Percabeth Oneshots

The Dancing Demigod

By me.

It all started on a regular Saturday at Camp Half-Blood. The demigods were lounging around, enjoying the brief break from monsters, training, and quests.

As per usual, Percy Jackson was hanging out with Annabeth, Grover, and the usual gang, playing cards near the campfire when Chiron trotted up with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I have a proposition for you all," Chiron said, clapping his hands. "Tonight, we'll be hosting a dance competition. Whoever wins gets the Golden Laurel Wreath," he continued as everyone gasped.

Piper nudged Percy. "You gonna compete?"

Percy snorted. "Me? Dance? Please, I have two left feet."

Annabeth gave him a smirk, clearly amused. "Yeah, I’ve never seen you dance in the years I’ve known you."

"Trust me, Wise Girl, there's a good reason for that," Percy replied with a chuckle. "You don't want to see me flail."

Leo, ever the instigator, grinned. "Well, if Percy’s out, I guess I’ll be taking the fleece tonight. You know, I've got some mad moves."

Everyone laughed, but Percy just rolled his eyes. He glanced at Annabeth, who was now deep in conversation with Piper about the competition, and a mischievous idea started to form in his head.

What no one knew, not even Annabeth- was that Percy had a hidden talent. A big one.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t dance—he was practically born to dance. But for some reason, he had always kept it a secret. Until tonight.

As dusk settled and the campfire roared to life, the dance competition kicked off. Demigods awkwardly swayed to the music, doing their best not to embarrass themselves.

Leo tried to breakdance, but tripped over his own feet, and Jason performed what looked like a series of stiff, robotic movements that had Piper in stitches.

When it was Annabeth's turn, Percy watched her graceful attempt at ballroom dancing, knowing she'd do anything to win. She had no clue what was coming.

Finally, Chiron called Percy’s name. "Percy, would you like to give it a try?"

Percy stood up and casually cracked his knuckles. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what I can do."

A few campers snickered. Even Grover looked surprised. "Dude, are you sure?" he asked. "You don’t want to accidentally fall into the fire or something."

Percy just grinned, stretched out his arms, and nodded to the Apollo kids controlling the music. "Play something good."

The music started off slow and easy, and Percy took a few hesitant steps onto the makeshift dance floor. Then, without warning, he exploded into movement. His body seemed to flow like water (no surprise there), transitioning seamlessly from one style to another.

He started with a smooth waltz, spinning gracefully as if he were dancing on air. Annabeth’s jaw dropped. Then, before anyone could process what was happening, Percy switched to hip-hop, popping, locking, and breakdancing like he was a pro in some underground competition.

The crowd went silent. Even Chiron was blinking in disbelief.

Percy wasn’t done. He threw in some traditional Greek steps, paying homage to his Olympian heritage, before diving straight into contemporary, leaping into the air with fluid grace that had even the Pegasi looking impressed.

The camp was in chaos. "Since when does Percy do this?!" Hazel gasped, clutching Frank’s arm.

Annabeth looked stunned, half in awe and half annoyed. "How did you—how do I not know this?" she muttered.

Percy finished his routine with a dramatic flourish, landing in a split (without even flinching) and casually standing up like nothing had happened.

The music stopped. There was a beat of total silence before the entire camp erupted into cheers and applause.

Leo was the first to rush over, eyes wide. "Dude, what was that? You’ve been hiding this from us? From me?"

Percy grinned, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders. "I guess I just never felt like showing off."

Annabeth marched over, arms crossed, though she was clearly amused. “Percy Jackson, you’ve been holding out on me.”

"Eh," Percy shrugged. "I figured you liked me enough already."

She shook her head, laughing. "You just waltzed and then breakdanced. I mean… who are you?"

"The Prince of the Sea and King of the Dance Floor, at your service." he replied, with a wink.

Grover, still in shock, blinked slowly. "Percy, you just destroyed half the camp’s confidence in their dancing ability. I hope you're happy."

"Very," Percy said, throwing his arm around Annabeth. “Now, about that Golden Laurel Wreath…”

As the night wound down, and Percy basked in his victory, he couldn’t help but laugh at everyone’s shocked faces. Who knew the son of Poseidon could dance like nobody was watching—because nobody had been.

Until tonight.