My attempt at a self insert fic. Be generous with me, will you?


[To Start Anew]


"Hey, wake up."

I ignored the cute little voice next to me.

"Don't make me do that." she threatened. I scowled as I tried to sleep. I hated it whenever she did that.

I heard a huff. "Fine." Immediately, I felt a hand rub all over my face, as if just to bother me. Well, it worked. It always does.

Scowling, I smacked her puny hand away. Little brat.

"I'm up, you pest." I said as I sat up, rubbing my tired eyes with my hands. I moved towards the edge of my bed where I cracked my back, letting out a satisfied sigh, before standing up and stretching.

"Daddy says to hurry up and change, so we can help…her move in with things." I combed by hand through my dark curly locks. So that's what this is about, huh? It's about to be that point in the story. Even with my back faced towards her, I could imagine her cute little face all scrunched up in this adorable little scowl. Odd to see that on a five year old. Then again, I wasn't one to talk…

"Annabeth, you know it's not that bad, right?" I told her, facing my twin. She looked almost exactly like me, except that her eyes were a brighter shade of grey than my own, and was a blonde. She wore her most common entire, a red hoodie over a gray t-shirt, jeans and some old sneakers. I once told her that it wasn't very girl-like to wear the same outfit so often. She smacked the back of my head. An attitude since day one, with this one.

"How is it not?! You've met her like…a million times! She hates us! And, and, she's so rude!" Annabeth had the biggest look of disbelief and exasperation I had ever seen on her before. I thought it was amusing.

"Oh come on Annie, grow up. She's kinda nice, aren't you happy we'll finally have a mommy?" I said in fake innocent joy/curiosity. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't like I wasn't happy for our father, who was getting married in a couple of months. Besides that, Helen was actually a really nice and pretty woman. I could see her being a great wife and soon-to-be-mother. It's just that I needed to act the part of a small child who's never had a mother before, which is technically wrong, but my current family doesn't need to know that.

Annabeth folded her arms, still looking upset. "You guys never listen to me…" I frowned as I picked out some clothes for the day.

"Don't say that. We're twins, remember? We'll always have each other's backs." Annabeth nodded, looking visibly less upset.

"Let's behave, for Dad, okay?" Annabeth sighed dejectedly.

"Okay." I smiled, and poked her forehead with my middle and index finger. Annabeth smacked my hand away.

"I told you to stop doing that!" I shrugged, and stuck out my tongue like the child I was. She muttered under her breath about how boys were stupid, before leaving our room. I snorted. Little brat. I always knew deep down she was probably a conceited little thing when she was young. I was totally right.

I exited our bedroom not a moment later, heading towards the bathroom. I quickly undressed and turned on the nozzle. Though I accidentally turned it the left, making it cold, and I was rather sensitive to the cold. Tensing, I quickly turned it the other way, sighing as I bathed in warm water. Here's a funny little thing about me: I usually just stand in the water for like 5 minutes because I just like the feeling of warm water on my body. Sounds weird, but that's just me.

I heard a knock on the door. I cracked an eye open.

"Bird Brain! Hurry up! Or else Daddy says you're not getting breakfast!" My eye twitched. Grumbling, I quickly washed my hair and my body before shutting off the water. Drying myself and getting into a simple outfit (white t-shirt, jeans), I ran downstairs, hungry as hell.

"Morning Dad." I said, casually walking up to my father, who was holding a box labeled "clothes". He wore some leather sandals, khaki shorts, and a white v-neck. He wasn't wearing his reading glasses for once, which was odd.

"Oh, Athan. You're up, that's great. Breakfast is on the table, and after your done go help your sister with Helen's things." I shrugged. I sat at the table, and looked at my breakfast. Sausage and eggs, sunny side up, just how I like them. I frowned as I saw that once again, my father had denied me the right to coffee. There's been an ongoing battle between my father and I since I turned three to allow me to drink coffee. Now, I know that caffeine and ADHD don't mix very well, I've experienced it before in my previous life. BUT…I love coffee. I never felt right in the morning without a cup of good ol'Joe. Now? Just have to suck it up. Bullshit, but I manage.

Speaking of ADHD, I have it bad. I was lucky to have the maturity and patience of someone much older, or else I'd be wreaking havoc everywhere I go. Annabeth was often jealous how I never had to struggle with reading, but she just didn't know the constant feeling of restlessness to the extent I did. It was tiring to keep that all under control, so I tried to get rid of all that pent up energy through exercise. It wasn't enough, so I was put into a martial arts program. Still not the best outlets, but it was good enough.

…I'm getting off topic, aren't I? Sigh, the downfalls of having divine heritage. Moving forward, I hurried up and ate my breakfast ('cause I'm a glutton), drank my juice (REALLY getting sick of your shit, dad…) and went outside to help with the rest of Helen's stuff. I passed by Annabeth, who was carrying a seemingly heavy vase as she entered the house again. I walked out onto our front porch, and walked up to the woman who would soon marry my father.

"Hi Helen!" I said, putting on my childish facade. The woman turned away from the back of her car and smiled at me. She bent down and gave me a hug, something I relished in. I had to give Frederick some props, scoring a pretty asian woman was a feat worthy of praise.

"Oh, Athan! I'm so glad to see you honey!" I wasn't her kid yet, but she treated me like I was. It was probably because I treated her with a lot more respect than Annabeth did. I squirmed a bit, to let her know to stop hugging. She released me, and I stepped back a bit.

"So, here to help me with my things?" She held up a vase, which looked rather ugly in my opinion, but I didn't voice it.

"Yep." I grabbed a large box filled with china, and lifted it up.

"No, no, no, uh Athan, please put that down before you-" I cut her off.

"Nope, I got this!" I said, my voice slightly strained. They were never that heavy to begin with, not to mention that I was a demigod. When I entered and set the box down, I caught Annabeth staring at me.

"What?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.

"Suck up." My eye twitched. Let it be known Athan Chase never went down easily, if just to annoy others. I spotted a ball, a red one, and threw it at Annabeth's head. It hit her forehead, and her shocked expression was just too much to bare. I laughed.

"Daddy! Athan threw a ball at me!" I stopped laughing. Damn snitch.

"She's lying!" I yelled.

"No you're lying!"

"No you!"

And so, was the life I had been reborn into. It was things like this that helped forget that everything would soon go to hell.


"I hate this dress." said Annabeth. She was giving the front seat of the car a strong glare, well more of a pout really.

My father sighed from the front of the car. "Annabeth, I told you, you look amazing. Athan, doesn't your sister look pretty tonight?" I shrugged, giving a grunt.

"Athan, what have I said about grunting?" I rolled my eyes at Helen. "I saw that young man." My eye twitched.

"You're not the boss of him!" My sister snapped, as if to stop her from being so overbearing. Really, Helen was nice and all, but she could be such a mother hen at times. Well, more so to me than Annabeth.

Helen calmly said, "Annabeth, do not take that tone with me." Annabeth was about to make a witty retort, but I held up my hand. I gave her this look that said, don't do it, it's not worth the trouble. Annabeth grumbled under her breath, but kept quiet. Technically speaking, Annabeth was the older sibling, if only because she was thought up a couple seconds before me (still a concept I can't quite wrap my head around), but she seemed to look up to me as if I was the older sibling. Which was both good and bad, as I didn't know how big of an impact my influence on her would have on canon.

Canon. What to do about that, hm?

It was something I kept thinking about from time to time. Should I change it? Hell, can I change it? The answer to that question lies in several factors, such as my willingness and the Fates.

"Kids, we're here." Snapping out of my thoughts, I unbuckled the belt from my booster seat, though I had to wait for Helen to actually carry me out the car, which was rather humiliating. Honestly, I couldn't wait for the day I grew back to my previous size, if not taller.

Helen finally took me out the car, but not before fumbling a bit with my current attire. She smiled me, picking at my nose a bit. "Such a cutie." she cooed. Scowling, I smacked her hand away, as I was not cute. I looked like a total dork in fact, what with my hair slicked back and flattened, and my 60's style overalls.

Helen pinched my cheek. "Don't scowl, or you'll get-"

"Wrinkles, yeah, yeah I know." she let go of my cheek, smiling and standing completely straight up, holding her pregnant stomach with one hand, and my hand in the other. We caught up with my father and sister at the front door, where they were waiting for us.

"Did you knock?" Helen asked my father. He nodded.

"Yeah, but I don't know why they haven't answered already-" that's when the door finally opened. The person to answer it, was a middle aged, asian woman, who I assumed was Helen's mother.

"Frederick, Helen, you're both here already!" she smiled and hugged them both, whilst commenting how much Helen seemed to "glow". I leaned towards Annabeth, whispering "What do you think? About her?"

Annabeth shrugged. "She seems okay I guess." I nodded. "Hopefully she isn't like her daughter." I rolled my eyes at that.

"Be nice, kid. Respect your elders, remember?" Annabeth glared at me.

"You're one to talk, because first of all," she paused as we entered the Nakamura residency. Japanese surname, but Helen was also Korean last I checked. "I'm older than you-"

"By seconds!" I hissed. Annabeth ignored me. "-so you're the kid here. AND, remember that time you yelled at that nice old man?" I could feel my face flush at that memory, but I tried to defend myself.

"Hey! He took the last box of Pizza Rolls!"

"What is with your Pizza Rolls obsession? They're not even that good!"

"How dare you!"

"Ahem, children." We both turned to blink like owls (unintended pun) at our father. Frederick looked embarrassed, and the female Nakamuras looked pleasantly amused. It had just occurred to me that Annabeth and I may have been having our conversation out loud. I took a quick glance at Annabeth to see her face was as hot as mine. As one the oldest ones in the group, I quickly diffused the awkward tension.

"...Is that a sword?" I asked, pointing to a chokuto in the background. Lame, but it worked.

Mrs. Nakamura's eyes brightened up a bit. "Ah yes. This right here, is a proud family heirloom. It originally belonged to my ancestor…" and so on. I didn't care for the rest. As she talked, my twin nudged me.

"Nice save." she said, giving me one of those rare smirks. I smirked back.

"Looks like mother blessed me with her brains." I said, tapping my head. She snorted, shoving me lightly. "Dork."

"Takes one to know one."

After some more pleasantries, dinner, gift opening at midnight, my family had decided we weren't going home, as we could just sleep over at the Nakamura's. Me and Annabeth shared a room, which was totally fine by us. The only thing that wasn't fine by us was that we had to share a bed. A twin bed.

"Athan, move over." Annabeth whispered shouted. Damn brat.

"I can't, you're already taking up all the space." I was on the literal fucking edge of the bed. "Maybe you should move over, and stop hogging the blanket!"

"I'm not hogging it!"

"Yes you are! I'm freezing!"

Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep because of that. It might've also been because of another disadvantage that came along with being a demigod child of Athena.

"What the hell?" I muttered. I thought I saw something move, though it could've just been my shadow. Well apparently not, 'cause when have demigods ever been that lucky?

What I saw continued to move, move towards me as I sat up. "The fuck?" Looking closer, I saw it was definitely not a shadow, rather an entire army of fucking spiders.

Well shit, I forgot about this.

I gave a surprise yelp, standing on top of the bed, over Annabeth, hoping they wouldn't come after me, despite knowing that's what they were here for. I even caused Annabeth to stir. "Athan…what are you…." she trailed off as she too saw an entire room's worth of spiders crawl towards us. Unlike me, Annabeth completely panicked, and gave an ear shattering scream. I covered her with the blanket, grabbed one of my shoes, and started whacking them off us. It wasn't very effective.

I growled "Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me! Ow!." I managed to fend some off us, but there was just too many to whack away. Some managed to get a couple bites in before I could shake them off.

"Kids! Athan, Annabeth! Are you alright?" We heard our father's voice behind the door.

"DADDY HELP!" Annabeth wailed, sobbing uncontrollably. And then, immediately, as if an alarm had been set off, the spiders started to scurry back to wherever they came from, and by the time everyone had entered our room….

"Kids! What's going on?!" Frederick stomped into the room, and looked annoyed when he saw nothing major had happened. Except it did. We saw it.

"T-T-T-here w-was sp-sp-spiders, and-" Annabeth continued to stutter, not even able to form a coherent sentence. The poor girl was now scarred for life. Honestly, I didn't think I'd ever sleep again either.

Our father sighed "It was a nightmare, guys. Go to sleep." I gave him an incredulous look. Was he serious? Knowing who we are, how could he not believe her?

Annabeth shook her head furiously. "NO! I-It was real! Athan saw them too! There were sp-sp-spiders everywhere!" My sister looked at me, begging me with her eyes to tell them the same.

"Annabeth, I think all you had was a nightmare." Helen said soothingly.

"What? No! She's right!" My parents looked at me surprised.

"Athan, not you too…." Helen said with a shake of her head. I looked at her disbelievingly. Why? Why didn't she believe me? I looked towards my father.

"Dad?" I asked hopefully. Frederick pursed his lips, before saying. "Go to sleep. Both of you. All you had was a nightmare, Annabeth. Athan, you don't have to lie for her. Neither of you are in trouble."

Is he fucking serious? Are both of them?

Not soon afterwards, did they finally leave us be. I looked back at Annabeth, who was sitting up and pulling her knees towards her chest. Her little eyes were wide and filled with emotion. I scooted over to her side, and asked "You okay Annie?"

She shook her head. I wrapped an arm around her, and she simply laid her head against my chest. She looked up at me and asked "Do you think we're gonna be alright?"

I wasn't sure what she meant, so I asked, "What do you mean?"

"You think we're gonna see that happen again?" I didn't answer at first, preferring to look up at the ceiling instead. After a couple of minutes, I said, "Yeah. Probably. Maybe even worse." Annabeth nodded, before going back to sleep. I continued to stare up at the ceiling for awhile longer, before my eyes started to get tired.

Three years? Less even. Let's just see if I can keep us alive until then.

And if not me, then at least Annabeth would be safe. Just as it was meant to be.


I cracked an eye open. It was the middle of the night, what the hell was Annabeth doing? Turning on the lamp, I caught my sister like a deer in headlights, frozen, putting clothes into her bag. I blinked. Time sure does fly by.

"Watcha doin'?" I asked, despite knowing exactly what she was doing. Annabeth looked down, before saying "Leaving."

I tilted my head to the side. "Why?"

Her eyes glistened, before looking away. "Nobody wants me here." she muttered. I frowned.

"I do."

She fidgeted. "You're different…." I didn't ask for her to elaborate. Instead, I asked, "Can I leave with you?"

She looked surprised. "B-But, they like you here. Nobody wants-"

"I don't care. I do." I stood up, and stretched. "Besides, I'm your brother. I have to protect you. It's like a rule." I told her. She smiled, blushing a bit.

"Thanks." My lips twitched upwards, before saying "Alright, let me pack."


Sorry if it's not quite what you expected, but it'll get more interesting as the story unravels. I just wanted to give you a small, yet short, taste of the life of Annabeth, starting as a child.

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