This is about if Percy Jackson had a younger brother kidnapping Annabeth's younger sister, which he is in a relationship with.
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Third Person POV
The door to the Athena Cabin creaked open. A boy stepped inside. He saw a girl in a fluffy white bathrobe on her bed, holding a computer. The boy's sea green eyes darted around the room, to make sure no one else was in there. Then, He rushed forward with a strip of duct tape, and pressed his pointer and middle finger on the girls left temple. She collapsed onto the bed, knocked out. The boy put the duct tape around her mouth, bound her arms and legs, and vapor traveled out of the cabin.
*Line Break*
In the cabin, the boy tied her to a bed in a corner. While he was waiting, he decided to get some sleep. He knew it was safe, because he would be shocked if his girlfriend woke up. The boy was a grandson of Zeus, as his mother was a demigod, and his father was Poseidon. His brother and most of the camp were away for Christmas break, so he decided, 'Hey, let's kidnap my girlfriend!' He chuckled to himself. He had been dating his girlfriend for 2 years, and he loved her so much.
He just wanted to have quality time with his girlfriend, because maybe he would die sometime. Life as a demigod was hard! He sighed, and rolled over.
Napoleon POV
I woke up to a shock. I jumped. Realization hit me. My kidnapee was awake! "Mmmmphhhh!" I turned to the corner where, my girlfriend, Samara, was. "Hi." I said, walking over to her. I slowly took off the duct tape on her mouth, and she gave me a glare.
"Napoleon Achilles Jackson!" She glowered. "What am I doing here, tied up, in my bathrobe?" I gulped. "Um, see here Sam, I... wanted to spend time with you."
Samara POV
I couldn't believe this idiot! I guess he wanted to spend time with me, but that doesn't mean he has to take me with unwillingly! We were both 17, and had survived one war together, the primordal war. He was around during the giant war, so he had more experience. He shifted above me uncomfortably. His green eyes glowed through the night. "What time is it?" I asked. He seemed relieved that I wasn't that angry anymore. "It's 11..." He checked his watch. "11:17."
Then he gave me a big smile and said, "Sam, I know this might seem like a strange request, but... do you want to... do 'it' with me?" I stared at him. He looked scared, but happy, like he'd been wanting to ask that for a while.
He saw me staring, and his face fell. "Y-you do-on't have to." He stuttered. I grinned at him, and nodded my head to the space next to me.
3 hours later...
Napoleon POV
I sighed happily. "That was... fun." Samara said. I turned to look at her. Her blond hair tumbled down her shoulders, her gray-blue eyes pierced the darkness. Her bathrobe was so fluffy and big, that I got up, opened one side of the bathrobe, and slipped inside. She smiled, and I realised she was in control. Througout our makeout session, I was in control. She was now. She smirked as I closed my eyes, exausted, as blackness overtook me.
*Line Break*
When I woke up, I was tied up, sitting on a chair, in a fluffy white bathrobe, with Samara smirking at me.
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