Child Of Hunt | percy jackson x reader

Percy plays pinochle with a horse

y/h/t = your hair type y/h/c = your hair colour

-Y/n's POV-

It was a crazy night. Now is the third day after the fight with the Minotaur. Grover and I woke up the first day, but Percy is still unconscious. After THREE DAYS he isn't conscious!? I might as well think that he is dead. Grover and I were on the porch in front of the big house watching after Percy. Well, I was the one watching after him. Grover was pacing in front of the bed muttering things like 'I failed again' or 'It's over for me AND him'.

"I failed again'' Grover muttered. That was my braking point.

"You didn't fail. Percy is alright, he's just asleep. And what do you mean 'again'? Because the only other time were you have brought a demigod to camp it was with me, Annie, Luke and Thalia." I said.

"I am the reason Thalia is a tree! She wouldn't have died if I protected her!" Grover said.

I didn't know why, but I was so angry with him. He wasn't making any sense.

"You aren't guilty of this. It was fate."

"It's my fault."

"NO! It's not!" I said "You know what? I will go to train." I saw that Grover was scared and looking at me. "What?"

"Y-your hair a-and eyes. They're gold..."

"No, they're not." I said looking at my hair

"But they were."

"Ok... I am going to train." I said looking around "Annie! Take care for Percy for me, can ya'?"

''Alright!"

-Percy's POV-

I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.

I must've woken up several times, but what I heard and saw made no sense, so I just passed out again. I remember lying in a soft bed, being spoon-fed something that tasted like buttered popcorn, only it was pudding. A girls with curly blond hair hovered over me, and scraped drips off my chin with the spoon.

When she saw my eyes open, the girl asked, "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

I managed to croak a "What?"

She looked around, as if afraid someone would overhear. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "I don't..."

Somebody knocked on the door, and the the blond girl quickly filled my mouth with pudding. The next time I woke up, she was gone.

A husky blond dude, like a surfer, stood in the corner of the bedroom keeping watch over me. He had blue eyes— at least a dozen of them—on his cheeks, his forehead, the backs of his hands.

When I finally came around for good, there was nothing weird about my surroundings, except that they were nicer than I was used to. I was sitting in a deck chair on a huge porch, gazing across a meadow at green hills in the distance. The breeze smelled like strawberries. There was a blanket over my legs, a pillow behind my neck. All that was great, but my mouth felt like a scorpion had been using it for a nest. My tongue was dry and nasty and every one of my teeth hurt.

On the table next to me was a tall drink. It looked like iced apple juice, with a green straw and a paper parasol stuck through a maraschino cherry.

My hand was so weak I almost dropped the glass once I got my fingers around it.

"Careful," a familiar voice said.

Grover was leaning against the porch railing, looking like he hadn't slept in a week. Under one arm, he cradled a shoe box. He was wearing blue jeans, Converse hi-tops and a bright orange T-shirt that said CAMP HALF-BLOOD. Just plain old Grover, not the goat boy.