Percy_Annabeth
Percy and Annabeths relationship
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Interlude by greenconverses
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
11 Feb 2013
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Maybe, Annabeth decided with a grin, she shouldn’t kiss her boyfriend senseless before he executed any moves from romantic comedies from now on. Post-HoO fluff.
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come in with the rain by foreverfangirlwrites
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
24 Jan 2024
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He didn’t want to go out on such a night but the milk hadn’t been delivered and Ms. Stonewall always took her tea with milk and god forbid Ms. Stonewall doesn’t get something she wants.
Nevermind that it’s near close to hailing outside and an umbrella will be useless against the wind. The cook had given him a biscuit and a pat on the back and that was the closest thing he got to sympathy, but there was no avoiding the trudge out into the rain.
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- Part 51 of How We Could Have Met
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things get a little too heated during a training session between the two heroes.
or; percy brings his feelings to a swordfight.
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percabeth smutshot by orphan_account
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
22 Feb 2022
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shameless pjo smut. i won’t apologise.
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don't say goodbye by gwenstacynecromancer
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
20 Feb 2022
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“You really couldn’t ask?” she shifts closer, away from the darkness.
“Coward, remember?” he says, casually. Words die before they could reach her throat, an inferno of acid rises instead. He continues, “Sometimes…I might need a little push.”
She blinks, wide eyes searching his face. His eyes open slightly, his gaze fixed on their joined hands.
His image starts blending at the edges, a watercolor painting made from memory. She swallows her tears whole, but her broken, ragged voice gives everything way and cuts into his skin.
“I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t—” her eyes seal, driving the words out, driving the longing on his face out. “I don’t want to get hurt.”