Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

All of You, All of Me (intertwined) 22

@imaginatrix on ao3

: show me the places (where the others gave you scars)Notes:

WARNING: This chapter contains mild drug use

(See the end of the chapter for .)

Chapter Text

Tuesday was spent mostly in bed.

Everytime one of them tried to get up, the other would inevitably do something that had them falling back into the pillows and sheets again.

Eventually, Annabeth insisted they needed to do something else, so reluctantly they shuffled downstairs to make tea and have lunch, only to get distracted once more and end up on the sofa instead.

So lunch was a bit late, the tea got cold, but neither complained.

They drove into town, walking around to windowshop, finding little treasures tucked into corners selling books and thrifted items with whole histories behind them that no one would ever know. Percy found a film camera, miraculously with film still inside, and bought it on the spot.

"You don't even know if any pictures will turn out!" Annabeth raised her hands as he snapped a photo of her.

"Well that's the fun of it." Percy cheerfully responded, "It'll be a nice surprise when they do." He slung an arm around her, pointing the camera towards them awkwardly in a 'selfie.'

Annabeth picked out a little owl tchotchke, porcelain, the paint like faded watercolors and a chip on its tiny head, but she wanted some sort of souvenir and it was the only thing that was small and simple and not-tacky enough to display somewhere in her home.

They walked for hours before finally stopping at a pizzeria for dinner, Annabeth horrifying Percy as she asked for pineapple on her slice.

"I don't know you."

"Shut up."

"I'm not with her!" He insisted to the giggling teenage waitress as Annabeth threw her crumpled up straw wrapper at him.

That night, they curled up in bed, Annabeth reading for a bit until she felt Percy's breathing slow and a small snore escape. It was easy to press against him and follow to dreams.

Wednesday they were a bit more responsible with their time.

At least at first.

Annabeth rolled out of bed to the smell of breakfast, Percy serving up bagels from the bakery in town with smoked salmon, garlic cream cheese, and capers.

She did some laundry, used towels, the sheets they'd been sleeping on, and the already-worn clothes going into the wash. Percy dug out his old GameCube from the closet, but they couldn't find any games except the disc that was in the console itself; Mario Party 7.

And Annabeth absolutely kicked Percy's ass both rounds they played.

"You're cheating." He complained.

"It's all skill." She retorted, his bad roll resulting in her stealing his lone star.

"It's all luck!"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Tell that to the minigames- and how can I cheat if it's luck?!"

Percy tossed his controller to the side as Annabeth was declared the winner, "You're playing Boo. He's obviously rigged."

Her eyebrows raised, "Didn't you pick Luigi because, and I quote, 'the game is weighted in favor of him?' doesn't that mean you tried to cheat and I successfully thwarted you?"