Percabeth Oneshots

Plan M

By me.

Percy grinned as he tightened the leather gloves on his hands, flexing his fingers in the cool night air. He glanced over at Thalia, who was smirking, leaning back against their new motorcycle—a sleek black Harley with enough power to wake the dead (or maybe just mildly irritate a few zombies). Her leather jacket matched his, except hers had a patch with a lightning bolt emblazoned on the back.

"So, this is Plan M?" Percy asked, raising an eyebrow. "The big plan to 'take over the world'?"

Thalia chuckled, flipping her spiky black hair over her shoulder. "Plan M is the only plan. Come on, Seaweed Brain, you know we've been dying to do something fun that doesn't involve saving the world."

"Yeah, I'm not complaining," he said, patting the motorcycle seat. "Just... curious. It's not every day we buy a motorcycle and decide to terrorize the local mortals."

She rolled her eyes. "We're not terrorizing anyone, okay? Think of it as... strategic public relations. We're just showing everyone how powerful we are—and by everyone, I mostly mean Annabeth and Jason."

Percy laughed, trying to picture Annabeth's reaction. She'd probably roll her eyes at them for a solid five minutes, then proceed to rattle off a hundred reasons why Plan M was completely idiotic and probably illegal.

"So, we just ride around, look cool, and remind everyone who's boss?" Percy said, hopping onto the motorcycle and revving the engine. The sound echoed across the empty road, bouncing off the trees.

"Exactly," Thalia replied, hopping onto the seat behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Think of it as an intimidation tactic. A reminder that we're the two most dangerous demigods in town."

Percy grinned, feeling the thrill of adventure and mischief rush through him. It wasn't like fighting monsters or going on quests—it was a different kind of thrill, a reckless freedom they didn't usually get to enjoy. Thalia's grin mirrored his as he revved the engine again, louder this time.

"Where to first, partner?" he asked, shifting his weight.

"First, we make a loop around Camp Half-Blood—let Chiron know we mean business. Then, we're heading straight for the city. I heard the mortals have been getting too comfortable with peace and quiet."

Percy laughed, imagining the look on Chiron's face. "Camp first, city second. Sounds like a plan."

With a final smirk, Thalia raised her fist in the air. "To Plan M!"

"To Plan M!" Percy echoed, laughing as they shot down the road, the roar of the motorcycle following them.

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They tore up the camp perimeter in minutes, sending campers scattering and raising a few brows from satyrs and nymphs. A few younger campers shouted after them in awe, probably convinced they'd just witnessed the most epic thing ever.

But the city was where they really made their mark.

Blasting down the streets of Manhattan, they didn't care about the stares. Percy expertly maneuvered through the winding roads, weaving between traffic, with Thalia's laughter echoing over the roar of the bike. 

They were two forces of nature, storm and sea united in chaos, and they couldn't have looked cooler if they tried.

Mortals didn't know who they were, but they felt it—an undeniable presence, a hint of danger.

And as the sun began to rise, casting a glow over the quiet city streets, Percy pulled the motorcycle to a stop, and they dismounted, surveying their domain.

Thalia looked over at him with a grin. "Well, Seaweed Brain, how does it feel to be king?"

Percy smirked, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Feels pretty good, Pinecone Face. Let's do it again next weekend?"

She nudged him. "Deal. Plan M never dies."