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Seafaring
continuing my grand tradition of posting fic at 2am, here’s a percabeth hurt/comfort one. percy and annabeth hug in a bathtub, both fully clothed, and sometimes that’s just you having a shit morning. don’t yell at me, this idea hails from audrey, go yell at her for making me write this. TWs for past burn injury, PTSD, annabeth’s consistent and intentional thievery of clothing, the things i’m always writing about. this was only mildly edited so be gentle
AO3
The bed shifted around her and Annabeth blinked the sleep out of her eyes, her hand fumbling for the dagger that sat idly on her nightstand casting its soft bronze glow, and then warm fingers wrapped around her wrist and tugged her hand back beneath the blanket. Percy, she thought, blearily, because even half asleep she knew the shape of his hand, the feel of it against her skin, the tug of the callouses and the silky strip of the scar that snaked across the meat of his thumb. She knew the feel of his hand on hers, the way she knew he smelled like the sweet breeze that rolled off the sea in the morning, all warm, all gentle, all for her.
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