⭒˚⭒✎⭒˚⭒ Welcome, ANNABETH CHASE. We are pleased to offer you acceptance as a [sophomore] at MARIPOSA BAY UNIVERSITY. Your classmates might recognize you as ANNABETH from PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS. We hear that you're a [20] year old cisfemale (she/her), who looks a lot like ⭒MADISON ISEMAN⭒ and hails from Virginia. We see that you're majoring in ARCHITECTURE and working as a barista at Bombilo's Coffee Shop. From your application, it's clear that you have that wise girl, Yankees cap, deadly pride, Drakon bone sword vibe, which are qualities we value here. While you settle into your dorm, you can meet your roommate, ZELIE ADEBOLA. Congratulations, and best of luck with your studies! ⭒˚⭒✎⭒˚⭒

its just them spooning 😌❤️

who you think is the big spoon more often? for me its clearly percy, annabeth likes to be held and he likes to be protective 😌

imagine being percy and getting to kiss annabeth 😳😳 or being annabeth and kissing percy 😳😳 i cant even decide what would be better

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One of the side effects of his heritage was that he didn’t have a strong, or even surprised, reaction to getting wet.  Even when he was unexpectedly doused, it wasn’t shocking or disorienting to him.  That obviously didn’t apply to Annabeth, no matter how long they’d been together.  When she pulled away, it was the first real sign something had happened.  Contextual clues took him another minute.  Even beyond that, he was still blinking and disoriented as he tried to come out of the sexy, reuniony headspace he’d been in to connect some dots.  

This was one of the things he hated about smoking.  If he did it too much, his control slipped and things like this happened.  He murmured a gentle apology, trying to get her wet hair away from her face, but the opportunity waned before he could do much.   “Maybe,” he agreed.  “It’d be drier at least.”  He pressed a kiss to the top her head, the only part of her he could get his mouth on with how they were laying.  “Let’s go home.” 

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The nonplussed look on his face made her want to dump another bucket of water over his head, for all the good it would do her. The exasperation came and went quickly. She was too tired and she'd missed him too much to maintain it when it had been an accident. She wondered if that was a side effect of smoking or a side effect of grieving, but not enough to ask right now.

Home. The word sent a twinge through her chest. The home she remembered was in New York City, and according to Jason, it was impossible to get there right now. She had no memories of the one he was talking about. It was less important than the fact that Percy was here with her, but it still sent a shot of apprehension through her. "Okay. Take me home," she said softly, kissing the edge of his collarbone where it peeked out of his shirt. Her body protested holding her weight again, but she forced herself to her feet and offered him a hand up.

This started with a totally different intention (meaning these weren’t suppose to be the actual subjects), but I ended up with them after reading a comment that made me start to think the vibes were very similar!

Here’s Percabeth :)

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There were only two explanations for his outer calm.  First, he’d been smoking.  It wasn’t the most obvious choice for him, but he’d needed it to organize himself when she was gone and prevent the second reason for escaping control.  Second, when he wasn’t calm or methodical, when feelings got away from him, things tended to explode a little.  Things like pipes, lagoons, tributaries, and any other water-movement based thing around him at the time.  He had to stay calm for the sake of infrastructure and to prevent mainland flooding.  Or, if he wasn’t calm, he had to at least stay in control. 

He wasn’t necessarily calm as she did what he’d asked, and as she said what she did.  His body twisted just enough his hands could slide over her and pin her body close to him.  It felt like it had been forever, and in some ways it had, but she was still warm and solid, familiar and trusted, loved.  

As he adjusted his mouth, he murmured words of appreciation, disbelief, and most of all, how much he’d missed her.  He didn’t actually want to think of anything else at the moment, beyond how happy he was to be touching her and also the ever-present need to not destroy a local body of water. 

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Without getting into serious conversation, Annabeth didn't have a lot to offer in the way of words. She wasn't sure how to reassure him, or herself, when she had only the vaguest idea of what had happened. Her responses were mostly variations of it's okay, I'm here, I missed you, and once a slipped I'm sorry. She didn't know if any of this was even her fault, but she was sorry to have left him at all, sorry to see him hurting.

She couldn't have been less prepared for it when a wall of seawater crashed over them, soaking her from head to toe. She actually gaped at him for a second, blinking seawater out of her eyes. She had the disturbing feeling that it hadn't been entirely intentional, and she didn't know what that meant. Percy didn't always take things seriously, but if he wanted to interrupt them, she didn't think that was how he would do it. She nuzzled her face into his shirt in an attempt to dry it. "Maybe we should move this inside," she mumbled into his chest.

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Annabeth didn’t mean to, but she surged forward. Percy rushed toward her at the same time. The crowd tensed. Some reached for swords that weren’t there. Percy threw his arms around her. They kissed, and for a moment nothing else mattered. An asteroid could have hit the planet and wiped out all life, and Annabeth wouldn’t have cared.

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