Just one of the other thousand Percabeth wedding oneshots. Enjoy!

Actually, not entirely sure this is a oneshot, as I look at it from different points of view and change scene a lot. And it could be two chapters if you stretched it. Whatever. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: If I owned Percy Jackson, I can assure you that House of Hades would be coming out a hell of a lot earlier than it is. All rights and characters got to Rick Riordan.

Percy looked carefully into the mirror. His suit was new, a gift from his dad. It had buttons shaped like sea shells and fabric that smelt like the sea. Percy straightened his tie for the fiftieth time when a knock on his door announced the arrival of his best man and his groomsman.

If Percy had ever thought choosing the positions was going to be hard, he was wrong. After the obvious choice of Grover for Best man, Tyson just clicked. Percy attempted a grin when he saw them, but it must have seemed more like a grimace because Tyson and Grovers faces grew wary. Well, Grovers face grew wary, Tyson just seemed to want to go over to where Percy was keeping all his emergency pizza, in case all the gourmet was as gross as Leo had explained.

"What's wrong?" Grover asked.

"Uh," Percy thought of something quickly. "Just hoping you aren't planning on serenading us with 'So Yesterday'. I think that would officially ruin everything." Percy tried to smile again but he couldn't. He was so angry with himself. This was supposed to be the best day of his life, and he was sad. He didn't even want to think about what Annabeth would think if she could read his thoughts. She would be devastated.

Grover wasted no time in feigning insult. "Seriously man, what's up?"

Percy sighed and pushed his hand through his hair. His newly styled style suddenly became a lot messier. "I'm scared," he admitted.

"What?" Tyson asked, turning around with an incredulous look on his face. "Percy is scared?"

Percy knew what he meant. He was 21, had defeated giants and monsters and Gaea for the gods sake, and was scared of this.

"Why?" Grover asked. Percy was sure he was thinking of Juniper. He had proposed to her in early March that year. Percy had never seen him more excited for anything in the world. Not even Enchilada day when they went to Yancy together, all those years ago.

"I don't even know," Percy sat down and buried his head in his hands. He loved Annabeth, he loved her more than anything in the world. She was his life now, their love was everything he had been told was rare and precious. The thought of not marrying her, of someone else saying 'I do', was almost too painful for him to imagine.

"Are you scared of being happy?" Tyson asked quietly. Percy looked up at his brother. He took back every thought he had ever made about him being slow or dumb. His brother was the smartest person in the world.

"What if I mess it up? What if I use it all up in the first few years?" Percy asked, looking around at his two friends desperately.

"You won't," Grover smiled, heading out the door. "And hurry up, we're supposed to be there in 10 minutes."

"How long does it take to drive?" Percy asked, following him.

"Di Immortales!" Grover hissed when he remembered, doubling his speed. "Eight minutes! On a good day!"

"Then why drive?" Percy asked his friend, grinning and stopping out the front of his apartment. He closed his eyes, and called Blackjack. Percy knew, even if he wasn't aware of it, that this was going to be the best decision of his life.

Annabeth studied her reflection in the mirror. The dress she'd picked out was beautiful. It was an off white that wrapped around her body, tightening at the waist and releasing into a skirt at the bottom. It fell down to the floor. Her veil was nothing special. A simple sheet of white mesh that attached itself to her hair that was styled in a simple yet elegant bun on top of her head. Small braids tightened all over her head to attach to it, disappearing in the other blonde hairs up there. Her makeup was as minimal as possible (although Thalia had done it, so not very minimal at all) and then, to finish it off, she had a blue pearl necklace dangling at her neck. It matched the blue pearl engagement ring that decorated her finger. Her bridesmaids, Thalia and Piper, were studying their reflections in the mirror. They were wearing pale blue, matching the flowers she carried and the hankies that would be stuffed into the bestman's and groomsman's pockets. She took a deep breath. Everything was going to be perfect.

"Everything ok, Annie?" Thalia called, knowing her hated nick name would get a rise out of her. Despite her displeasure at 'Annie', Annabeth just sat down and set her chin on her hands.

"Get up!" Piper ordered. "You're going to crinkle your dress!"

"Don't you dare smudge your makeup," Thalia warned. "It took me two hours to get right."

"I remember," Annabeth said. "I was there."

"Ugh!" Piper exclaimed when she saw the wrinkles me sitting down for two seconds had created. "I'll be right back," she promised. As soon as she left, Annabeth sat back down again.

"Seriously, Annabeth?" Thalia asked, sitting next to her. "Is everything ok?"

Annabeth tried her best to look cheerful. "It's seriously nothing, Thals. Everything's fine."

Thalia narrowed her eyes. "Did Percy do something?" I looked over at her sharply.

"No," Annabeth stated angrily, shocked that someone could even think that. "Never."

Thalia visably relaxed. "Good," she said arily. "Because then either you were hallucinating or another eidolon had gotten inside you." She turned to her, more serious. "Percy loves you, Annabeth. He would give up the world for you, he gave up being a god for you, even when you two weren't official. This doesn't just occasionally happen. This is the kind of things old poets used to write about."

"A lot of Poets wrote tragedies," Annabeth blurted out, before she had thought of the repercussions of such a statement.

Thalia drew back, eyebrows raised. She was surprised, Annabeth could tell. She was a realist, after all. Not a pessimist or an optimist. She knew exactly how strong Percy and she was, she knew that when they were together, they could defeat anything.

"Is that what you're worried about?" Thalia asked, perplexed. "Some sort of tragedy?"

Annabeth fiddled with a bit of fabric from her dress. "Yes," she whispered.

Thalia was silent, so silent Annabeth could hear the chiming of the grandfather clock down the hall. They were at Pipers place in the city. Her apartment was small but cosy. She shared it with Jason, who was currently running frantically around the city, trying to find a wedding present. Not that Annabeth was supposed to know of course. Although, she couldn't exactly blame them either. Hazel and Frank was getting the exact same thing and neither Hazel nor Frank had the receipt to theirs. It was a long and tiring drama that Annabeth wasn't fond of getting too far into.

After a time, Thalia's voice broke the quiet. "If something does happen," she said, in a very protective, overly sisterly way. It felt so odd to Annabeth, that this girl, who looked almost 16, would talk to her in that way, and yet, it was not odd at all. "I swear I'll take care of you, or of Percy. And it won't. You're going to have two kids Annabeth, a boy and a girl. The boy will get kicked out of every school you send it to and the girl will follow you everywhere, repeating all the things she's heard to everyone she meets." Thalia was crying now, so was Annabeth. "And those children of yours are going to take care of each other. The boy won't like it when the girl has a boy friend and the girl will always carry around a first aid kit, just because the boy is unnaturally clumsy. And Percy will laugh at them when they are young, and cry when they're getting older. And so will you. Annabeth," she picked up a new urgency now. "You and Percy, no one deserves a fairy tale more."

Annabeth nodded, hoping beyond hope the makeup was water proof, or Thalia was actually going to kill her.

Piper chose that exact moment to enter the room. She was holding some sort of iron-thing that looked seriously dangerous and probably illegal.

"I'm back!" She announced, and then saw our tear streaked faces. "What happened?"

Percy stood at the front of the aisle. Sand was filling into his shoes and the sea water was being carried by the wind and splattering onto his face. He couldn't be bothered by this, of course, but Grover's discomfort was enough. They wanted an ancient Greek wedding, but when they got to the dynamics, they decided to alter little bits here and there. For one thing, Annabeth refused to cut her hair, saying she had grown attached to the blondness and wasn't about to just hack it all off. Percy had suggested a trim, but Annabeth had put her foot down. Percy couldn't honestly say he was disappointed.

There was also a few things they liked about other marriages. Like the vows, and the presents. In the end, they decided to do whatever they wanted and just have a bit of fun.

Chiron was going to conduct the ceremony. He was standing near Percy, his face still but his eyes joyous. Percy wished he could reciprocate the feeling, but Annabeth was late. Nearly 5 minutes. Percy was starting to wish he'd never worn a watch. At least then he wouldn't look like he had a nervous tick, checking it every two seconds.

He looked out to the crowd of people. They were on a beach on Long Island sound, close to camp, but retaining the ability to allow easy access to mortals. Jason, Hazel, Frank, Leo and Reyna were sitting close to each other, all in the front row and beaming at him. Then on the other side he saw his parents and Annabeths father and step mom. None of the gods had shown up, even Dionysus, who had given a little input into the after party.

Percy was honestly cool with that fact. He knew all too well how annoying gods could be. Especially if they tried to gate crash.

Percy looked back down the aisle. Seven minutes.

Annabeth where are you?

Zeus grumbled to himself. He had taken the guise of a nondescript middle aged man, sitting close to the back. He didn't grumble because in this form, his back ached when he stood, or that he had lost all ability to taste salt, but that he no longer had a beard. Now what could he stroke when he was determining someone's fate? Exactly.

He half began to wonder if people would notice it when Poseidon shook his head. Poseidon was a younger, healthier man with a slightly handsome face and faintly brown eyes. He had a slight beard. Zeus frowned. What exactly did Poseidon think he was going to do?

Brother, I know you well. Please refrain from morphing into something at my sons wedding. An old man suddenly growing a beard makes less sense to these mortals then it does for us.

I still can't believe you made me come to this, Zeus grumbled. Did you come to Heracles' wedding?

Poseidon had a exasperated expression on his face when he answered this. Well no, seeing as you forbid me and all.

Oh yes, Zeus remembered. That's right. But it's still ridiculous you forced me into this body! Look at Hades!

Hades had gotten the best out of the pick. He was a ruggedly handsome, movie star-esque young man with enchanting blue eyes and a slight amount of stubble around his mouth.

It isn't fair!

Please stop talking about fairness, A new voice interrupted. It was Aphrodite. Zeus had to concede with that. Aphrodite had drawn a tiny, bald man, with thick, large spectacles. He had all of two teeth and the dress sense of a minotaur. I have to say, Poseidon. You do have a good imagination. I don't even think someone this ugly exists.

Aphrodite, do try and entertain a little courtesy, Artemis interrupted. She had gotten an attractive 30-something year old. We don't all want you to fill our heads with your vain banter.

Artemis and Aphrodite began to squabble. Zeus sighed and closed his eyes. This was going to be a long day.

Just be quiet! He bellowed, watching in satisfaction as they fled back to their own selves. Both the bald man and the young woman looked uncomfortable for a while after that.

I'm sending Aphrodite home after the ceremony, Zeus thought privately to his brother.

Poseidon sounded relieved. Thank goodness. I was about to offer myself.

Sometimes Zeus hated how selfless he was.

Annabeth jumped from the car and ran to the beach. Thalia and Piper ran along behind her, the click! Of their heels on the ground was the only sound. Annabeth hurried down the path to the beach, holding her bouquet roughly in one hand while the other made sure that the wind didn't destroy her hair.

Oh gods, she thought softly to herself. He probably thinks I've run out on him. He probably thinks I don't love him… Oh gods!

Annabeth was verging on hysterical now. She couldn't cry, she wouldn't cry.

She arrived at the beach, breathless, and saw the whole wedding staring at her.

Annabeth blushed a deep, crimson red and made her way awkwardly across the beach.

Ow! Annabeth thought when she nearly twisted her ankle after her heel lodged in some sand. And why did Piper suggest heels?

By the time she'd made it to where the seats were, absolutely everyone was staring. There was a group of people she swore she had never seen before in her life, and one of them, a curly hair 50-or-so-year old, looked absolutely furious.

But Percy, he was all that mattered. And when she saw him, standing down the end of the aisle, a grin of relief plastered to his face and a welcoming posture so perfect and real, she knew, knew beyond anything else, that she could not have found a better person to be with.

Because Annabeth knew right then, she finally realized, how deeply she truly, truly loved him.

She realized that one day with Percy, was worth a thousand ones of worrying of what could be.

And so, in true Annabeth and Percy style, everything ended up ok, but didn't go exactly to plan.

Annabeth grinned at the guests. "Sorry," she called. "There was an emergency. A nail emergency." This earned her a few chuckles and forgiveness. The guests (except for Percy, who was still staring at her) straightened back into their chairs, smiling to themselves and sharing a knowing look with their neighbor. These two are perfect for each other.

Thalia and Piper arrived later, both of them puffing and both carrying their shoes.

"Ready?" Thalia asked, strapping her heel back on.

Annabeth took a deep breath, smoothed a fly away piece of hair back behind her ears and said, "Yes."

The current Apollo cabin led the Bridal procession song, with Will Solace conducting it with a baton that looked oddly like an arrow. As Annabeth walked down, she felt every eye on her, and rather than feel nervous about it, she thrived in it. Today she was going to make the best decision of her life, and all these people were going to witness it.

Percy watched as his beautiful fiancé walked down the aisle, her hair lighting up in the sun, her face happy, content.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming," Percy muttered to Grover. Grover grinned.

"You're dreaming."

"Then don't ever wake me up."

Annabeth was nearly at Percy now. Thalia and Piper looked beautiful as well, their dresses stunning and their expressions gleeful. Percy looked into the sea and thanked his absent father. The day couldn't have been better. She arrived and took his arm, leaning on him as she attempted to make the last few steps without breaking one of her heels.

"You look beautiful," Percy blurted. He turned red.

Annabeth just smiled at him. "You look handsome." Percy kissed her on the top of her head.

This is boring! Dionysus complained. Let's speed things up and get to the wine guzzling contest.

Zeus frowned. Is that still happening?

Now Dionysus looked confused. It wasn't happening for a while?

Shhhh! Aphrodite exclamied, her words full of emotion. Its nearly the kiss!

Ew! Yuck! Apollo said childishly.

Stop being annoying, Apollo, Artemis scolded her younger twin.

You're going to miss it! Aphrodite persisted.

You say that as if it's a bad thing, Athena said snidely.

Stop being sour, Poseidon said. Aphrodite, stop talking. You're distracting me.

See! Aphrodite exclaimed. Even Poseidon wants to watch—

SHUT UP! All the gods commanded at once. Aphrodite disconnected and went back inside herself to sulk.

There are many accounts of what the kiss was like, that Saturday afternoon on long island sound. Some say it was cheesy, other say it was romantic. There are only two who can truly explain the beauty and finesse of the perfect wedding kiss. And those people were the husband and wife to be themselves, and they didn't betray their experiences to a single being other than themselves.

There are many accounts of the perfections of the wedding. Athena complained about Annabeth's lack of punctuality. Poseidon got tears every time someone mentioned how handsome Percy was. Everyone, however, agreed that whatever Athena may think (this eventually included Athena herself) that they had never felt so truly happy for such a couple and doubt they would ever again. Until, of course, the next perfect wedding came around.

But there was something abnormally fantastic about Percy and Annabeth. Something no one could ever put their finger on, and no one ever would.

Yay! Hope you enjoyed it! Might do a honeymoon (PG rated, don't worry) but might not.

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Lots of love, MSxx