Heroes of Olympus Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

Hosed Down By the MVP

"That's where the defense will be weakest. They'll never take three kids seriously. I think we can sneak up pretty close before they see us." "Sneak up how?" Percy asked. Frank turned to Hazel. "Can you do that thing again?"

She punched him in the chest. "You said you wouldn't tell anybody!" Immediately Frank felt terrible. He'd gotten so caught up in the idea...Hazel muttered under her breath. "Never mind. It's fine."

"Percy, he's talking about the trenches. The Field of Mars is riddled with tunnels from over the years. Some are collapsed, or buried deep, but a lot of them are still passable. I'm pretty good at finding them and using them. I can even collapse them if I have to."

"Like you did with the gorgons," Percy said, "to slow them down." Frank nodded approvingly. "I told you Pluto was cool. He's the god of everything under the earth. Hazel can find caves, tunnels, trapdoors—"

"And it was our secret," she grumbled. Frank felt himself blushing. "Yeah, sorry. But if we can get close—" "And if I can knock out the water cannons..." Percy nodded, like he was warming to the idea. "What do we do then?"

Frank checked his quiver. He always stocked up on special arrows. He'd never gotten to use them before, but maybe tonight was the night. Maybe he could finally do something good enough to get Apollo's attention. "The rest is up to me," he said. "Let's go."

(Y/N)'s POV

"Who's a good boy Flesh Ripper? Who's a good boy?" He said as the hellhound rolled over, "Is it you? Is it you boy?" "BARK!" Was his ear splitting response, which he took to mean yes. Once he was finished with that, he had gone through all his demigod hunting puppies.

"Who wants to play a game?" He asked the dogs, each of their tails wagged so hard it kicked up a storm of dirt. Their ears perking up, as if to ask, "What game? Killing? I like that game!" (Y/N) chuckled.

"Who wants to play....GET THE GREEK!" He laughed as all the dogs howled happily into the sky. They all did happy tippy taps on the floor, waiting to get the game started, "Okay, when the horn sounds, we're going to play a fun game."

"All you have to do, is gently go play with the Romans, until one of you finds the Greek." Their heads all turned, "No, not that one, that's Nico, the other one." "Woof?" he laughed, "Yes, the one that would probably taste like salmon."

He tried to explain the rest of the rules to his pack, but they were too busy salivating over the taste of a salmon man to really listen, and then the horn blew and they all rushed past him. (Y/N) sighed, "Typical."

Frank's POV

Frank had never felt so sure of anything, which made him nervous. Nothing he planned ever went right. He always managed to break, ruin, burn, sit on, or knock over something important. Yet he knew this strategy would work.

Hazel found them a tunnel with no problem. In fact, Frank had a sneaking suspicion she didn't just find tunnels. It was as though tunnels manufactured themselves to suit her needs. Passages that had been filled in years ago suddenly unfilled, changing direction to lead Hazel where she wanted to go.

They crept along by the light of Percy's glowing sword, Riptide. Above, they heard the sounds of battle—kids shouting, Hannibal the elephant bellowing with glee, scorpion bolts exploding, and water cannons firing.

The tunnel shook. Dirt rained down on them. Frank slipped his hand inside his armor. The piece of wood was still safe and secure in his coat pocket, though one good shot from a scorpion might set his lifeline on fire...

Bad Frank, he chided himself. Fire is the "F-word." Don't think about it. "There's an opening just ahead," Hazel announced. "We'll come up ten feet from the east wall." "How can you tell?" Percy asked.