Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

All of You, All of Me (intertwined) 19

A/N(lex): guys, I got it. Look at my cropping skills!!

By imaginatrix on ao3 (NOT LEX none of this is mine 😭 none of All of You, All of Me,(intertwined) is mine, please know that. it is Imaginatrix's from ao3, she's actually a really nice person and I would hate for you guys to think I am as talented as any of the writers featured in this book (minus the one piece that is actually my works fr)

: i'm like the water (when your ship rolled in that night)Notes:

CW: Minor and vague references to sexual misconduct/harassment

(See the end of the chapter for .)

Chapter Text

Things calmed down. Well, they sort of calmed down.

Annabeth got used to the whispers and was able to shake them off easier than when the article was fresh. Barely a couple weeks had passed but already students were switching focus to who punched who at the weekend rager and how the astronomy club had a 'star-gazing party' with the astrology club (which, from Annabeth could gather, was absolutely not what happened), and so with more interesting topics, she found some peace.

Of course, Percy returned to work.

She sucked in a breath when he walked into their office, freezing like a deer in headlights, but he simply gave her a nod in greeting and slipped behind his desk, getting to work.

This was simultaneously a huge relief and the worst thing ever.

But the nonchalance did make Annabeth relax somewhat. The atmosphere was suddenly bearable enough that an apology bubbled in her throat. She almost managed to get it out too, spinning in her chair and starting with a "Hey-" when the door opened, a perfectly timed interruption to stall Annabeth's repentance.

Percy stood as Becky entered with a sour look on her face, "Good morning, Miss Cunningham, I'm afraid I don't have time to chat this morning, I have a-"

"That's alright, Professor Jackson, I'm... actually here to see Professor Chase."

Percy hid his surprise well. Annabeth only noticed because of the way his weight shifted from one foot to the other and how a dimple appeared right at his temple as he fought a furrowed brow.

God she missed being around him enough to memorize quirks like that against her will.

"Well, I won't keep you." He gathered his papers into a leather binder and slipped from the room, the door shutting making far too loud of a noise behind him in the otherwise silent office.

Becky huffed her bangs, avoiding eye contact as she scrunched her nose, "You wanted to see me?" And then after a moment, as an afterthought, she added a venomous " Professor? "

Annabeth nodded, gesturing to the seat Percy vacated, "Yes, actually. There's a few things I wanted to talk about."

The girl slumped into the chair with all the composure of a toddler on the verge of a tantrum, "Look, I know I work at the stupid school newspaper, but I'm not the one who-"

"I didn't think you were."

There was a pause, then, "Okay, so, about my grades, then-"

"That isn't why I asked you here either, Rebecca." Annabeth leaned forward a bit, watching as the Sophomore frowned. The urge to let her stew in discomfort and confusion a while longer was strong, but Annabeth ignored it, "How are you?"

Becky blinked at her, "...What?"

"Are you doing alright? I know you've previously done really well in classes according to your transcript, but it seems everything has been slipping recently- so I suppose in a way it's about your grades, but I don't think you need a lecture here. I'm more concerned with if something happened? Or is it just a bit overwhelming? I know my sophomore year was a nightmare compared to my freshman-"