Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

All of You, All of Me, (intertwined) 30 (last chapter)

A/N (from lex): it's been fun, guys, I started school so if you don't see anymore updates from me in this book for a while... this, this is why. (Also art by @windbyfire commissioned by @imaginatrix for the fic.

By @imaginatrix on ao3

: all's well that ends well (to end up with you)Notes:

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Chapter Text

Epilogue

If you told Perseus Jackson that taking a standard teaching job at a small university would fundamentally alter the direction of his life in every way possible, he'd simply not believe it.

If you told him after that first day of work the beautiful blonde woman with a tongue like a knife and eyes like ice would be the warmest, brightest ray of light he'd ever met, he would be skeptical.

And if you told him that almost four years after meeting Annabeth Chase he'd get to wake up with her in his arms every morning, that he'd be so lucky as to experience a life with her, that he'd love her so desperately and completely... Okay, he might think you were crazy, but he'd also hope you were right.

She caught his eye immediately. That first day in the teacher's lounge had been hectic- Percy never liked starting at a new school as a kid, and there had been so many; even now, they made him nervous.

But there she was, and he couldn't help but stare when he accidentally swiped the last donut from her, startled by those gray eyes and the golden hair pulled back with soft, loose, smooth curls that framed her face. Full lips. A nose that sloped in the most wonderful curve he'd ever seen. Everything about her was like she was hand formed by a god- and Percy would know. He was the new resident expert on Greek gods.

And then he had to go and put his foot in his mouth.

Her cool gaze became daggers of ice. Her tone when she spoke was frost bitten, and stung him in ways he didn't know were possible.

And yet... and yet...

Something pulled him to her. He couldn't resist. At first he chalked it up to simple physical attraction- her toned legs, her curves, long hair that would have been so easy to pull and features that seemed to be either sharp or soft depending on the light and her mood... that first day they'd been close enough that he could see a smattering of freckles across her nose. He found himself daydreaming once or twice about being that close again so he could count them.

But she was so damn frustrating. Picking fights over seemingly nothing, arguing over every detail, refusing to cooperate- she could hold a grudge like no one he'd ever met. Yet, he liked that about her too. The frustration that she caused him.

Percy hadn't met a girl this determined to hate him since middle school, before puberty gave him what his mother said was his "father's good looks"- mixed that with a growth spurt, Percy found himself bestowed a level of popularity he was previously unfamiliar with. Suddenly the crooked toothed, acne faced, messy haired kid was being sought out by girls and befriended by guys, and oftentimes the reverse as well.

He didn't mind it. But it was somewhat refreshing to have someone frivolously hate him for silly reasons, because plenty of people with incredibly valid reasons to hate him would shrug it off all too easily.

Still, Percy tried to be appeasing at first. And then he got annoyed. There were moments where he wondered if he might hate her back, but that seemed a bit dramatic.

And then there was the party.

If he thought she was beautiful in her work blazers and long skirts, she was drop dead gorgeous in the extremely historically inaccurate but stupidly sexy toga getup. His eyes wandered the gold sandal straps that were wrapped up her calves and thighs, wondering what it would be like to untie them far too slowly. The fabric meant to go over her shoulder and hold the dress up had slipped down her arm in a way that felt sinful. She didn't notice. But Percy did.