#also do u wanna know how PISSED annabeth would get if someone even ATTEMPTED

[newathens]

a pawn to you

pairing: percy x annabeth (sorta annabeth centric)

rating: teen audiences

genre: angst

summary: 

“Looks like you’re the one who’s going to have to go on a wild goose chase for the lost demigod now, huh?”

—immortals are petty. the shallows inspired; i thought, huh, this would be a bad situation for annabeth chase, the daughter of athena, to get caught in. finished up fic from almost a year ago.

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    The first thing she felt was the sun, hot and ferocious, beating down on her face, her arms, her legs; blinding the world from her as she woke. The second thing was pain, a sharp, persistent ache that stretched down her entire leg.

    Reflexively, she glanced down and only one thought came to mind: she wish she had never woken up in the first place.

    The memories, or rather lack thereof, hit her like a wave, just like the ones yesterday had. That’s where it started: water. She had been surrounded by it—engulfed would be more correct, thrown into a whirlwind of saltwater. Her sense of direction had disappeared, the waves throwing her against rock after rock after rock. By the time she’d breach the surface, her lungs were aflame and her first inhale of oxygen was exhaled as a scream.

    No one was there, wherever there was. All she had found was a small beach, a slopping landscape, and a wide expanse of sparkling ocean, the sun glinting off its surface. Panic had set her mind in a haze, but she’d still had enough sense to start swimming towards the beach. That plan, of course, had been interrupted by it.

    She still wasn’t sure what it was. A monster, no doubt, but it wasn’t a monster she’d ever read about before, wasn’t a monster who had the misfortune of crossing her path, wasn’t even a monster she’d witnessed down in Tartarus. It was different, ancient and very, very large, with scales darker than obsidian, as if it had been birthed straight from the inky black of the ocean’s depths. That’s the idea she’d settled on, ever since she’d first laid eyes on it. It had yanked her under the water by her leg and the pain that had sprouted from its grip was enough for sun spots to dance across her vision, but once they’d cleared she had gotten a glimpse of the creature. It was easily four times her size, with two rows of spiked teeth and piercing yellow eyes. She’d scrambled to the surface, trailing blood behind her, and swam for the closest spot of land in sight, which wound up being a collection of rocks jutting out of the water, surrounded by corals and driftwood.

    Annabeth had hauled herself onto it, biting back the pain of her wound, and watched in desperation, as the creature began to circle her. Over and over and over. That’s where she had remained.

    For hours.

    And that’s where she was, still.

    The waves lapped gently against the rock, sometimes cresting over the top and soaking her legs; she bit her lip at the sting that the salt brought. With every wave, sea spray kissed her cheek, and she thought it a cruel irony. As they grew larger, faster, stronger, the spray grew consistently, to the point where it became a mist.

    Then, in a manner so perfect she wondered if she was dreaming, a rainbow grew in front of her, strikingly bright. A cry escaped her lips, mingling with joy as a smile broke out on her face, but—as soon as the moment had come to her—it was ripped from her grasp as her mother’s inheritance reminded her, there was no drachma. In a desperate attempt, she patted at the wetsuit she’d found herself wearing. It was to skin tight to hide anything, especially to someone who was wearing it. Yet as her hands grabbed at the material, they glided over something, just beneath her breast.

    She shoved a hand down to grab it, caught right between skin and suit, and she pulled it out in front of her. Her mouth dropped. Shining bright in the sunlight, gripped between her shaking fingers, was a single golden drachma.

    Wasting no time, she forced herself out of shock and flicked the coin through the rainbow, muttering the call, then her request, “Show me Percy Jackson.”

    An image shimmered to life in front of her, shaky but still visible. She could make out two men, one younger than the other, talking vigorously back and forth. One was in a wheelchair, the other had a sword strapped to his hip, and jet black hair, and green eyes. She screamed into the rainbow, “Percy! Chiron! Percy, please!”

    Their heads whipped ‘round and they rushed forwards, coming closer to the screen. Percy’s eyes flitted around the frame, before focusing on her, “Annabeth, where are you?”

    “I—”

    “Annabeth!” Chiron’s voice, filled with panic, interrupted her own. “Are you alright?”

    “I’m okay. Well, I’m not okay. I’m alive, I don’t know what happened, I can’t remember anything. The only thing I recall is water, I just appeared in the ocean, I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know where I am but I’m stuck on this rock and,” Annabeth’s voice began to shake, tears stung at the rim of her eyelids. “Percy, something bit me. I don’t know what it is, but…”

    His eyes went wide, “But what? Annabeth, tell me.”

    “It’s still here. I can’t swim to shore.” She waited for a reply, an answer, anything to ease her nerves, but nothing came. “Please, Percy you have to find me. I don’t know where I am. Athena has no power in the water.”

    He was silent for a moment, then his throat constricted violently, as if he was trying to keep himself from crying. His words were strangled. “I can’t.”

    She had herself firmly planted on the rock, but it felt as if the world had been pulled out from under her, “What? What do you mean you can’t?”

    Chiron answered, “When you hadn’t made it to your date, Percy came here after he was unable to contact you. Then, halfway through the night we received a message. Annabeth. . .someone has captured you. . .and they want you dead.” Her mouth, already dehydrated, somehow grew dryer.

    “I don’t understand, this doesn’t make any sense, I’ve always done as they asked. I’m their architect. Why would they try to hurt me?”

    A spark flashed in Chiron’s eyes, igniting a sliver of hope in her heart; if only she’d known the glint was simply in reaction to her words, another piece in the puzzle found. “Annabeth, how are you contacting us?” Percy glanced towards Chiron, then her, stunned at the question.

    “A drachma, I found it in my wetsuit. I didn’t have it before, but just now—”

    “It just appeared? Out of thin air?” Percy asked.

    “Maybe I hadn’t noticed it.”

    “Annabeth, you notice everything,” His eyes searched the area around her once more. “You’re in the ocean, right? Where are you?”

    Her patience broke and she yelled out in frustration, “Percy, I told you I don’t know! Can’t you sense me?”

    “I can’t!”

    “What do you mean you can’t?”

    “I can’t find you! You’re cut off! From me, from your mother, from everyone!”

    “And yet someone still gave you a drachma,” Chiron muttered as horror etched its way across his face. “They knew you’d call him, they knew you’d call Perseus.” Suddenly, the wind picked up and she glanced overhead to see clouds rolling in. Her chest grew tight, the message would disappear without sunlight.

    “I don’t have much time, so what if they knew I’d call Percy? Aren’t they trying to kill me?”

    “Yes,” Chiron had one elbow propped up on the arm of his chair, and two fingers tapping against his temple. “But I don’t think they’re just trying to hurt you. You’re a pawn in their game, they want you dead, but who they’re really trying to hurt is—”

    “Me,” Percy’s voice was gravely. “They’re using you, to get to me. This isn’t an Olympian.”

    “No,” Chiron said, as unease spread through his features. “I don’t believe it is.”

    “Is it a god at all?”

    “I couldn’t say, I’d need more information.”

    A breeze skidded across the surface, dispersing the mist for a moment and she screamed. Their image glitched liked the screen of a television, once, twice, before flicking back into focus. She heaved and bit back tears, isolation clung to her edges and she didn’t welcome it. She didn’t want to be alone.

    “Annabeth,” Percy pushed himself closer still, his face taking up majority of the screen. “I’m going to find you I promise. I won’t stop, I won’t sleep, until I find you.” She laughed and smiled, despite the fresh wave of fear she felt as their words finally registered with her. They’re using you, to get to me.

    “Looks like you’re the one who’s going to have to go on a wild goose chase for the lost demigod now, huh?”

    He grinned right back at her, though his eyes were red rimmed. “Guess so. Don’t quit on me, Wise Girl.”

    “Never.”

    Percy nodded and took a step back, mouthing I love you as he did; she repeated the motion. Chiron started off on theories, assuring her they’d be there soon, and she could hear yelling from behind them, shuffling in the background—signs of action. From the corner of her vision, a dark line swooped across the landscape, a storm rolling. With a brave face, she let the clouds take the sun and with it, the iris message. The water grew choppy, waves crashing against the rock and dousing her completely.

    They’re using you, to get to me.

    Anger ignited in her bones, spread through her and seated itself in her chest. That wasn’t happening. If they wanted someone to get hurt, it definetely wouldn’t be her. On shaky legs, Annabeth stood, bracing for the surge of pain. It came and she cried through her teeth and spit out the salty taste that had gathered in her mouth like it didn’t bother her, because this wasn’t happening. A droplet hit her cheek, then another, then many, and then it was pouring. And she, she was screaming. Sending curse after curse into the storm, at whoever might be listening, all of them getting lost in the roar of rain against wave. It didn’t matter though, because this wasn’t happening.

She wasn’t going to play Andromeda, not in a million years.

[rickriordanfandam]

opinions on riordanverse ; my edition

a lot of people have been doing this so i decided why not right. probably gna lose some followers or smth but anyways. pls respect my opinions! if u disagree, thats fine, but please be polite. unless any of my opinions strikes u as morally wrong then pls point it out to me respectfully. thanks!

- i actually liked drew. im so sorry to everyone who hates her but full offence, why. think about it this way ok, first of all drew became hc because silena died. silena was the traitor, the one who betrayed chb, yet after she died campers celebrated her as a hero? and then drew suddenly has to replace her and live up to idk that legacy she left behind,, when all of a sudden this girl named piper swoops in and takes her place. idk abt u but i wld be salty abt that too. not only that, but as an asian, the chances of drew having faced racism/bullying as a child is pretty high (she studies at brooklyn academy). which means that when she finds out shes a demigod, and arrives at chb where most of the campers are white (this is an assumption btw), she’d obviously be scared of being bullied for her skin color right?? so the first thing she wld do before the campers get to bully her is to bully them before they can do so. (sentence structure here is wack i apologize) ofc this might not even have happened, drew could have had a perfect childhood && was a b1tch for no reason, BUT EVEN THEN HER ROLE AS A BULLY WAS PRETTY VITAL BECAUSE THAT FURTHER SHOWED THE CONTRAST BETWEEN HER AND PIPER,, HIGHLIGHTING PIPER AS A HERO//GOOD CHARACTER,, AND THEREFORE MAKING READERS LIKE PIPER MORE. anyway stop hating on drew please. ALSO WHY IS THIS SO LONGA SDFJHG

- jason isnt bland, the fandom just kinda erased his backstory (thanks to @pjohoo-memes for the phrasing lol)

- reynabeth wouldnt have lasted/would have broken up several times. idk i just see them as two extremely powerful characters who have firm opinions and will definitely clash at some point. in a platonic relationship,, i can see them as really good friends but as lovers? idk i just think theyll break up

- PIPABETH

- i dont really like jercy,, i see them as better friends than lovers. also idt jason and percy were that close..?

- the dam and not my type jokes are srsly cringey and were never funny. ik that seems hypocritical since my username literally makes use of the dam joke but honestly i dont actually like the joke. its not funny to me and has never been funny

- the seven were not best friends. they definitely argued,, and honestly probably werent as close as the fandom makes them seem. like ure dumped with 6 other people, out of which u only know a few. my introverted ass would have jumped off the argo 2 quicker than leo valdez could bomb camp jupiter up. also leo was a dick to frank. so what if frank is bigger sized?? thats not a valid reason to tease him

- the fandom needs to stop hating on octavian while worshipping luke. if u hate luke and u say u hate octavian too, then okay. but if u tell me ure a luke stan but u despise octavian?? imma disagree w u. luke was worse than octavian im sorry. first of all, octavian being a dick was kinda justified. hes been after the praetor position for so long, and everyone keeps saying to “wait for jason” when suddenly this dude, whos a son of NEPTUNE (neptune wasnt liked much by romans), and the camp decides to make him praetor?? dude i would be pissed off big time. and then afterwards, he finds out that greek demigods are real and the dude they made praetor is greek. AND THEN GREEK DEMIGODS COME TO CJ AND ONE OF THEM BOMB IT UP?? octavian has been told all his life that greeks are scum and this dude called leo valdez attacks cj. sure it was an accident, but did octavian know that? no. so it was honestly justified that he was such a salty prick im just saying. also some of yall be hating on octavian for cutting a teddy bear open and thats the funniest shit ive ever heard i swear 

- luke didnt go to elysium

- travis and connor stoll r way too underrated. the two have been head counselors of the hermes cabin since luke was revealed as a traitor, can u imagine the stress? luke, the person they probably looked up to as a brother, betrayed them. and they didnt even have time to process this when they were  thrown the roles of being hcs. that would have been so stressful and i would probably have broken down if i were them. the stoll brothers taking turns to wake up at ungodly hours because a new camper is crying and homesick and terrified, the stoll brothers having to comfort and take care of new campers, having to deal with the amount of people in that cramped space because not enough campers are being claimed fast enough. having to resolve issues between campers in the hermes cabin all the time. the stolls arent just comedic relief, and we need to stop treating them as such

- tratie shldve been canon idc idc

- demigods of the demeter cabin arent talked about enough and i love the fact that meg was demeters kid. like she isnt the child of one of the big three yet shes so powerful.

- we need to hype clarisse up more her character arc was phucking amazing 

- rachel is overhated. sis found out greek gods exist and regularly come down to earth to fuck around and went “ok cool”. queen shit behavior methinks

- the floor 19 crew of mcga is srsly underrated. like do u even remember halfborn gunderson, mallory keen, tj, etc??? bc i feel like we only remember samirah, magnus, alex, and sometimes blitz and hearthstone

- sadie (tkc) was kinda annoying at first. i like her more now tho but i rmb not liking her for a phat while

- tkc and mcga need more love

- carter kane and jason grace arent boring. theyre just really sweet boys who are too good for this world and yes yes yes 

- hazel and frank (especially frank) need to be hyped up more. i hardly ever see anything about them. also yall seem to forget that frank was literally made praetor and that even hecate admired hazel and was willing to fight beside her because of how powerful she was

- frazels age gap is kinda sketch but i still think theyre really cute

- nico definitely had trauma from going to tartarus on his own

- GROVER IS PERCYS BEST FRIEND

- annabeth isnt smarter than leo but neither is leo smarter than annabeth. ive seen a lot of discussions about who is smarter and heres my hot take on it: neither. theyre equally smart, just in different ways. leos a genius mathematically speaking. he has no issues solving math problems meant for people much, much older than him. annabeth on the otherhand, is great at strategies etc. she can make an army of 1000 more powerful than the enemy, even if theyre outnumbered. so in my opinion, both are equally as smart//u cant compare their intelligence, because their talents lie in two different areas.

- while i do agree rick riordan isnt a god and that hes bound to make mistakes,, AND that hes given us a lot of representation,, if the representation offends the people its sposed to represent, then theres a problem. im talking about piper as a poc and wearing feathers in her hair. im not a poc, so i cant speak for them on whether or not its wrong, because i dont know either. HOWEVER, i have seen multiple posts BY pocs talking about how they didnt really like rick’s representation of piper, and thats an issue. pocs have been and are still oppressed and discriminated against by many. as a white cis man, we cant really blame him for not knowing (tho he could have done a research,, asked some pocs,, idk), but by representing pocs in that manner, hes influencing impressionable kids/teens into thinking “oh pocs wear feathers in their hair all the time” etc, which isnt true. the pjo/hoo series is extremely successful, and kids who read the books will probably start forming inaccurate opinions on pocs. the amount of fan art that depicts piper with feathers in her hair dont help either. “but rick said so in the books, so its canon” yeah well rick isnt a god and he can get some things wrong at times. im not saying we should cancel him, im saying we should start educating ourselves and not spread false info like pocs wearing feathers in their hair all the time. also that snake song shit where she sang Summertime was just- yeah. bc heres the thing you can be racist, and still include minorities, but portray them in a racist way. And even then, ignorance isn't a thing to admire. Getting those facts wrong still has a major impact. It continues to perpetuate racist stereotypes.

“ With the feather thing, I looked it up myself; it takes less than five minutes to figure out that Cherokees don't braid feathers into their hair. I didn't grow up in the country where my parents are from. I have many other first/second generation American friends who have also been through that, with a bit of a disconnect from their culture. But something that most of us have in common is that when we didn't know something, and when our parents weren't that big of a help, we looked it up. We sought out resources online and through other people from our culture to be able to connect more with where we came from. Some of that took a Google search. So I find it hard to believe that Piper, a girl who Rick's trying to portray as someone who is attempting to connect with her culture and is totally against racist stereotypes, wouldn't know that eagle feathers aren't supposed to be braided into your hair casually. She may be disconnected from her culture, but she's also shown to want to connect back to it. Piper wouldn't be casually braiding feathers into her hair while also telling off people for being racist. It makes no sense.” - reddit thread (down below) 

for those of yall who wanna know more please please read this, it has a lot of things i wanna add in here : https://www.reddit.com/r/camphalfblood/comments/gy3gl2/piper_mcleans_portrayal_is_innacurate/ 

as well as https://finding-my-culture.tumblr.com/post/189422373260/maxie-ratties-and-cattie-finding-my-culture 

i will be posting screenshots of these in future posts so if ure viewing this on ig and u dont have tumblr,, dont worry 

- the fact that most of the strong female characters in the series refuse to be “girly”, and ngl i dont really like that. just because ure girly doesnt mean u cant be strong. 

- piper would have been a great way for him to start making the strong characters act girlier, but instead he went with the “I’m not like other girls” trope which is quite obnoxious to hear constantly, and I don’t think it’s necessarily great for younger girls to read that idea growing up.  the closest we've ever had to a strong female character who was also into "girly" things was Silena. when I was younger I admired Piper's "I'm not like other girls" thing, but then I got older and realized that the whole mentality of "not like other girls" is super obnoxious, and a little bit toxic

i have a heck load more that i cant rmb rn but yeah feel free to add more