Right Here in Tartarus 1/1
Title: Right Here in Tartarus
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus
Prompt: 7-lost
Character/Pairing: Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,011
Summary: Annabeth's shirt gets ripped.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own thes guys. Spoilers for HoH. Have any of you guys ever noticed that in fight's where girls' clothes get torn, it's never in inappropriate places that might cause problems? Well, I ponder this too much, so here you go.
It was after the fight with the empousai that Annbeth noticed that her shirt was ripped. Now, this wouldn't have been a big deal if shewere a guy wandering through Tartarus without a spare set of clothing. But Annbeth was a girl and had the most inconvenient things called breasts located on her chest that made a ripped shirt, right where her breasts were located kind of embarrassing. Especially when your boyfriend is right there next to you as well as a male Titan---although Annabeth wasn't sure she'd have to worry around Bob, he seemed like he'd be dimwitted enough not to notice.
She didn't say anything at first, just continued walking along the banks of the river without saying anything about it. After a while of walking Percy and Annbeth came to a consensus that if they didn't stop for a drink from the Phlegethon their legs might suddenly be crushed into sand by the weight of their bodies.
Bob looked at the landscape of death around them. Tartarus didn't seem to affect him, which was good news for Percy and Annabeth, who were barely breathing and running on the last dregs of actual nutrition they had in their system. "We are only a fifth of the way there."
'Great,' Annabeth thought, 'we're only a fifth of the way there but I already feel like dying. This is going great. And where is "there" anyways.' Annabeth decided not to ask. Percy trusted him.
Percy and Annabeth both took turns drinking the fire of the Phlegethon, each of them taking great encouragement of the coughing and sputtering fit the other would be thrown into before they took their sip.
"Can we have a moment to rest, Bob?" Percy asked.
"Yes, yes. A moment is okay, but not too long. They're advancing."
The two of them collapsed on to their backs and laying there, their lungs straining to get whatever actual oxygen out of the acidic air it could. Percy held her hand and squeezed it. He rolled his head to look over at her and noticed her shirt.
"Your shirt's ripped."
Annabeth immediately put her arm over it. It was just a big enough to give a good enough view of the bra she was wearing. She shouldn't have been so embarrassed, she had done all kinds of embarrassing stuff on quests and little missions before. Her shirt had been ripped up before. But this time she didn't really have much of a back up. Annabeth was suddenly self-conscious around her boyfriend.
"Here," Percy sat up, "Trade." He shrugged his shirt off.
Camp Half-Blood T-shirts didn't come in separate gender-sizes. They all just came in small, medium or large. So Annabeth's shirt had never been form-fitting in any way, shape, or form. The shoulders sagged on her and the bottom hem of the shirt was capable of covering her bottom most of the time. Of course she had alternated some of her shirts to fit her better and had made some of her tops into a tank top for the hotter days of the summer, but that wasn't what she was wearing at the moment. So there was a fifty percent chance her shirt could fit Percy.
"Are you sure you'll be able to fit into my top?"
Percy shrugged. "Let's hope."
She took the shirt out of his hands and she didn't even have to tell him. He just turned around and leaned forward, as if suddenly very interested in the river's banks.
Annabeth felt like an idiot. She had been so nervous about something so minor, stupid. And Percy, the stupid one of the two, was being so clam and mature about the situation. There were times Annabeth couldn't even describe how much she loved her boyfriend.
Annabeth changed shirts as quickly as she could, making sure the time she spent without a shirt on was as short as possible, just in case Bob decided to turn around and tell them to keep going at this moment. He didn't.
"Here," Annabeth said, holding her shirt out to Percy. He turned back around and put it on.
"Well, we look like we're wearing each other's clothes, but they fit." Percy smiled at her.
Her shirt was tight on him and outlined the muscles in his abdomen, which Annabeth didn't really mind seeing. She however looked like a child in his shirt, the sleeves coming was to far down on her arms and the torso fitting her like a dress. Yet his shirt smelled like him, faintly probably due to the blood residue and unexpected bath in the river of lamentation, but still held a slight odor of salty sea air.
"Thanks for the shirt," Annabeth said. She leaned over and kissed him.
"No problem. Next time just tell me, Wise Girl. I'm not just going to jump you because you got mauled by an empousa."
She rolled her eyes. "Should I be worried that you're showing no attraction to that?"
"Oh, I noticed alright. More than the rip." The look that was in his eye made Annabeth squirm, like all of the sudden she was put under a her warm spotlight. "But I'm got going to do it with you in Tartarus. I think I'll get romantic points taken off for that."
Annabeth laughed. She couldn't decide whether she was nervous or not. "It'll be memorable. No one's ever done it before."
"Remind me to bring a box of chocolates and roses next time we fall into hell." He was smiling and his eyes sparkled mischievously. "But really, in front of Bob? Have you no shame?"
She pushed him. "I was kidding Seaweed Brain. Don't get your hopes up."
"I know." He squeezed her hand again and then got up. "We should go." He pulled her up. "Bob?"
"Yes?" Bob turned around. "Ready to keep going?"
Percy looked over at Annabeth, his gaze was still smoldering her and she felt her heart beat faster. She pushed him forward. "Go."
He took her hand. "Lead the way Bob."
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus
Prompt: 7-lost
Character/Pairing: Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,011
Summary: Annabeth's shirt gets ripped.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own thes guys. Spoilers for HoH. Have any of you guys ever noticed that in fight's where girls' clothes get torn, it's never in inappropriate places that might cause problems? Well, I ponder this too much, so here you go.
It was after the fight with the empousai that Annbeth noticed that her shirt was ripped. Now, this wouldn't have been a big deal if shewere a guy wandering through Tartarus without a spare set of clothing. But Annbeth was a girl and had the most inconvenient things called breasts located on her chest that made a ripped shirt, right where her breasts were located kind of embarrassing. Especially when your boyfriend is right there next to you as well as a male Titan---although Annabeth wasn't sure she'd have to worry around Bob, he seemed like he'd be dimwitted enough not to notice.
She didn't say anything at first, just continued walking along the banks of the river without saying anything about it. After a while of walking Percy and Annbeth came to a consensus that if they didn't stop for a drink from the Phlegethon their legs might suddenly be crushed into sand by the weight of their bodies.
Bob looked at the landscape of death around them. Tartarus didn't seem to affect him, which was good news for Percy and Annabeth, who were barely breathing and running on the last dregs of actual nutrition they had in their system. "We are only a fifth of the way there."
'Great,' Annabeth thought, 'we're only a fifth of the way there but I already feel like dying. This is going great. And where is "there" anyways.' Annabeth decided not to ask. Percy trusted him.
Percy and Annabeth both took turns drinking the fire of the Phlegethon, each of them taking great encouragement of the coughing and sputtering fit the other would be thrown into before they took their sip.
"Can we have a moment to rest, Bob?" Percy asked.
"Yes, yes. A moment is okay, but not too long. They're advancing."
The two of them collapsed on to their backs and laying there, their lungs straining to get whatever actual oxygen out of the acidic air it could. Percy held her hand and squeezed it. He rolled his head to look over at her and noticed her shirt.
"Your shirt's ripped."
Annabeth immediately put her arm over it. It was just a big enough to give a good enough view of the bra she was wearing. She shouldn't have been so embarrassed, she had done all kinds of embarrassing stuff on quests and little missions before. Her shirt had been ripped up before. But this time she didn't really have much of a back up. Annabeth was suddenly self-conscious around her boyfriend.
"Here," Percy sat up, "Trade." He shrugged his shirt off.
Camp Half-Blood T-shirts didn't come in separate gender-sizes. They all just came in small, medium or large. So Annabeth's shirt had never been form-fitting in any way, shape, or form. The shoulders sagged on her and the bottom hem of the shirt was capable of covering her bottom most of the time. Of course she had alternated some of her shirts to fit her better and had made some of her tops into a tank top for the hotter days of the summer, but that wasn't what she was wearing at the moment. So there was a fifty percent chance her shirt could fit Percy.
"Are you sure you'll be able to fit into my top?"
Percy shrugged. "Let's hope."
She took the shirt out of his hands and she didn't even have to tell him. He just turned around and leaned forward, as if suddenly very interested in the river's banks.
Annabeth felt like an idiot. She had been so nervous about something so minor, stupid. And Percy, the stupid one of the two, was being so clam and mature about the situation. There were times Annabeth couldn't even describe how much she loved her boyfriend.
Annabeth changed shirts as quickly as she could, making sure the time she spent without a shirt on was as short as possible, just in case Bob decided to turn around and tell them to keep going at this moment. He didn't.
"Here," Annabeth said, holding her shirt out to Percy. He turned back around and put it on.
"Well, we look like we're wearing each other's clothes, but they fit." Percy smiled at her.
Her shirt was tight on him and outlined the muscles in his abdomen, which Annabeth didn't really mind seeing. She however looked like a child in his shirt, the sleeves coming was to far down on her arms and the torso fitting her like a dress. Yet his shirt smelled like him, faintly probably due to the blood residue and unexpected bath in the river of lamentation, but still held a slight odor of salty sea air.
"Thanks for the shirt," Annabeth said. She leaned over and kissed him.
"No problem. Next time just tell me, Wise Girl. I'm not just going to jump you because you got mauled by an empousa."
She rolled her eyes. "Should I be worried that you're showing no attraction to that?"
"Oh, I noticed alright. More than the rip." The look that was in his eye made Annabeth squirm, like all of the sudden she was put under a her warm spotlight. "But I'm got going to do it with you in Tartarus. I think I'll get romantic points taken off for that."
Annabeth laughed. She couldn't decide whether she was nervous or not. "It'll be memorable. No one's ever done it before."
"Remind me to bring a box of chocolates and roses next time we fall into hell." He was smiling and his eyes sparkled mischievously. "But really, in front of Bob? Have you no shame?"
She pushed him. "I was kidding Seaweed Brain. Don't get your hopes up."
"I know." He squeezed her hand again and then got up. "We should go." He pulled her up. "Bob?"
"Yes?" Bob turned around. "Ready to keep going?"
Percy looked over at Annabeth, his gaze was still smoldering her and she felt her heart beat faster. She pushed him forward. "Go."
He took her hand. "Lead the way Bob."