Authors Note: I just really like Punk!Percy and wanted to write something
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of the characters
Annabeth sat at her desk, absently running fingers over the charts in front of her. Daedalus' laptop sat open, the screen covered with diagrams and schematics. Annabeth frowned and bit her lip, glaring at the designs that just wouldn't work.
A week ago Chiron and Mr. D had announced a new competition in the camp – kind of like a chariot race but with some added difficulties. Difficulties in the form of monsters and a maze. And of course, Athena's cabin was going to win.
Annabeth looked up as a thunk sounded from the doorway of her cabin. Percy stood, tattooed arms crossed over his chest and smirking at her. "Worried you're gonna get your ass kicked?" he asked eyeing the plans on her laptop.
Annabeth shut it, huffing. "What? You think you're gonna beat me?"
Percy grinned, running a hand through his dyed blue mohawk and striding into the room. He picked up the design for her chariot and inspected it closely. "I know I'm gonna beat you, because my chariot is a shit ton better than this."
Annabeth grabbed the paper out of Percy's hands and started cleaning off her desk. "You wish, Seaweed Brain. You don't have a chance," she told him, turning away and dropping the clutter on her bed.
Annabeth stilled as Percy's arms wrapped around her waist. He chuckled in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. "Is that so?" he whispered.
"Yup."
"And what makes you so sure you're gonna beat me?"
"I'm a lot smarter than you, and I'm a better fighter –"
Percy pinched her sides. "Well, you're definitely smarter than me, no arguments here, but I'm the better fighter."
"Uh-huh. Who was it that saved your stupid butt last week when you decided to go into the forest alone?"
"You did not save my butt," Percy said indignantly, letting go of Annabeth's waist.
"I totally did," Annabeth said, turning around to face him.
"Did not."
"Did."
Percy's green eyes glinted. "There's only one way to settle this."
"And what's that?" Annabeth challenged.
"Fight me. Right now."
"In the cabin?"
Percy grinned. "Scared of a little wrestling match?"
Annabeth narrowed her eyes and pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail. "Bring it on, Jackson."
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"Told you I was the better fighter," Annabeth gloated, looking down at her pouting boyfriend.
"This proves nothing," he grumbled.
"Yeah, I think it does. Now, admit it. I'm the better fighter."
"What happens if I don't?"
"I don't let you up," Annabeth told him, smirking. She had pinned Percy in ten minutes and was now straddling him, holding both his hands above his head.
Percy considered that. "What if I don't want to be let up?" he asked her, a half-smile tugging at his pierced lip.
"You want to stay pinned to the floor?" Annabeth asked him, confused.
"Well," Percy murmured wickedly, "there are some-" Annabeth made a noise between a squeak and a groan as Percy bucked his hips against hers "- advantages to this position."
Annabeth laughed before leaning down to kiss him. Percy pressed his lips against hers, slipping the tip of his tongue between her parted lips. "I'm still the better fighter," he hissed against her mouth. Annabeth started to argue and instead found Percy's tongue in her mouth and his hips rolling against hers. Groaning, she decided it wasn't worth stopping him to prove her point; they could fight about it later.
