Of Blue, Green and Gold

OTP PROMPTS: Person A of your OTP is a recluse and rarely leaves their apartment. Person B lives in the apartment next door to Person A and is secretly in love with A. Person B leaves Person A little notes  on A’s apartment door (wishing them a good day or what have you) or attached to little gifts for Person A every day. Person A collects said notes and gifts and eventually starts to leave notes on Person B’s door. Whether they become an actual couple is up to you.

Optional: If an OT3, Person C can find out about A and B’s notes and decide to act as matchmaker for them.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters used belong to Rick Riordan.

Cover art by @reynaax

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The first time Annabeth Chase met Percy Jackson was when she was climbing up the stairs to her new apartment carrying a cardboard box labeled “BOOKS”.  She was sweaty, red-faced and her entire body ached with the effort. For the first time in her life she almost regretted having so many books.

Annabeth couldn’t afford movers to do the job for her. The most she could afford was one van which had dumped her few worldly possessions on the ground floor of the apartment before departing as quickly as it had come. It was around the afternoon so most of the other tenants were at work, leaving Annabeth to haul her belongings up by herself. Not that Annabeth would have asked for help even if anyone else had been present. She was far too proud (and perhaps just a little bit too shy) for that.

She walked up to the third floor landing and, for just a moment, closed her eyes and leaned her head against the mercifully cool wall silently cursing the broken elevator.

“Need any help with that?” a voice asked her.

Annabeth’s eyes flew open and she found herself face-to-face with a guy around her age. He was standing in front of what she presumed was his apartment door right next to hers, seemingly in the process of entering his apartment. The guy was attractive, Annabeth’s fatigued mind noted, with wild windswept hair, sea-green eyes and a tan only someone who worked out in the sun could have. Her eyebrows puckered at the glaringly bright orange T-shirt he was dressed in. She wasn’t sure why but that color immediately got on her nerves. As Annabeth took in the sight of him (he caught her by surprise that was all) a bemused smile on his face bloomed on his face and he raised an eyebrow at her, startling green eyes sparkling with mirth.

It occurred to Annabeth then as she saw the amusement in his eyes that he might be making fun of her. Her eyes hardened in a steely glare in an instant as she clenched her jaw.

“No thank-,” she started to say. However at that moment her traitorous arms decided to give out under the weight of her encyclopedias and the box tumbled to the floor. To the man’s credit, he reached out to intercept the box but was just a little too slow. The box hit the floor with a loud thump.

Annabeth groaned in mortification, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. When she opened them again the guy was up with her box in his hands, smirk still in place.

“Seriously,” he said, “you look like you could use the help.”