fanfic bc i feel like trash
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒, t.blade by qu4ckcity
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ❝𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?❞ ❝𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬❞ PS. this is a very old book and i hate how its written but i do not have the energy to re-write the damn thing so you will all suffer with me ────── 𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑡 ❪ 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ©2021 ❫ ❪ started: 16.01.2021,, finished: 25.11.2021 ❫
Out of Breath - Pipabeth  by cxdenza
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Percabeth have hit a rough patch. Annabeth decides to take a break and return to camp for a little breath of fresh air, strawberries and.. Piper?
skin (pipabeth) by thoughtfulshit
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piper mclean and annabeth chase both of boyfriends. piper falls out of love with him, and breaks it off. after that, annabeth realizes she is in love with piper when she sees the single, free side of her. piper notices, and slowly falls in love with her too.
running hearts → linny by oblivionus
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❝i lived, so i could love you.❞ ginny weasley has been running. ever since the war ended, she has been running. until one unfateful morning, ginny gets tired and collapses. when she awakes, luna lovegood is right by her side and with her help, ginny is learning how to stop running.
erebus, my darling - solangelo by starryid
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eρεβος (erebos)- of darkness i saw darkness pass over his eyes. that blank stare that was lifeless and cold. the darkness is a static constant in this ancient story of ours. to which we all submit. to which, even the ancients, especially the ancients, speak of. those who pass hardly ever return. those who return are never forgotten. what is it? what is it that looms over our fates and darkens our doorways? it is death, my love. erebus, my darling.
breathless ♡ {pipabeth} by starryid
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piper. the way her voice softened when she talked about something she loved made me wish she was talking about me. the way her lips curved up when she smiled made piper wish they were on mine. and her arms, tan and strong felt like they were made to hold me. annabeth was the song on my lips and rhythm in my hips. ♡ annabeth. maybe it was the way she laughed. maybe the way her voice softened when she sang. maybe it was the way her eyes met mine. the way her fingers tapped impatiently on table tops made me wish they were dancing on my skin. she is the drug in my veins and the air that i breathe: always leaving me breathless. [#1 in pipabeth 5/11/20]
chasing an illusion - pipabeth by starryid
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"i truly believe that i was meant to be yours, but it was never meant to be easy." it's been six years since what would have been a teenage whirlwind romance. six years since that hazy, translucent night. ever since, annabeth has long given up on love and has been running away from it, chasing after her career. but then, annabeth meets piper again in new york city, at a concert of which piper performed. annabeth finds herself running in circles, wondering what it is that she truly wants and fighting for a sense of balance. piper mclean is annabeth's ghost, her illusion, her battleground, her war. [#1 in pipabeth on 10/20/19]
the sun looks good on you - solangelo by starryid
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on a bustling street of new york city, there's a small coffee shop called the midnight café. that's where i, nico diangelo, work the night shift. the night does not love me or speak to me, she is quiet. she merely harbors me and the souls of those with nothing left, our only comfort being a cup of coffee on a rainy night. but him? the sun adores him. she leaves kisses on his nose and cheeks and covers him in freckles. she adorns him with a crown of gold. she loves him because his smile could turn nectar into honey and ice into water. she follows him wherever he goes, bringing light with her. the sun looks good on him. [#1 in solangelo 7/25/19]
skinny love | solangelo by peachieprince
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skinny love [ski-knee lov] i.e. when two people are in love and show it, but are too shy to admit it Nico di Angelo [Knee-co dee An-jello] William Solace [Will-yum Soul-us] It's only three days, nothing's going to happen, right? ***marked mature because of language! i refuse to write smut, btw!!*** word count: 26,584 cover by me
stress-baking | theyna by peachieprince
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Thalia was baking cookies in the communal kitchens at an ungodly hour of the night. Reyna was woken up by the oven after just barely going to sleep. There will be hell to pay. *published as part of the pjo/hoo big bang on tumblr* *strong language - only fluff* *mortal college au*