Chapter 3: A Wedding to Remember

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Summary:

Percy and Artemis's wedding was the grandest event in history—attended by gods, Titans, Primordials, demigods, spirits, and even the literal rivers of the Underworld. But of course, the highlight wasn't just the vows or the festivities. No, the real masterpiece was Nyx's wedding gift.

Zeus's temple? Absolutely defiled.

With toilet paper that moved, absorbed lightning, and was practically indestructible. And spray paint. Glorious, neon spray paint.

Olympus would never recover.

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Story:

The wedding of a Primordial and a Goddess was not something to be taken lightly. It was an event so grand that Olympus itself seemed to shimmer with divine energy, the very air humming with power as gods and mortals alike gathered to witness history being made.

Every single deity who wasn't actively plotting destruction showed up.

The Olympians, the peaceful Titans, the Minor Gods, the residents of both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, the entire Hunt, the spirits of the Underworld, Hades, Persephone—even the rivers of the Underworld had taken humanoid forms to attend.

And, of course, Nyx and Ananke sat front and center, both sipping tea and judging everyone in sight.

Percy, decked out in a midnight-black tux lined with silver embroidery, stood at the altar, looking frustratingly good. His sea-green eyes shimmered with divine power, and the very space around him seemed to bend slightly—as if the universe itself was still adjusting to the fact that he was now a Primordial.

And then Artemis appeared.

Draped in silver and white, the Goddess of the Hunt looked every bit the divine beauty she was. Her hair was adorned with a delicate silver circlet, her moonlit eyes glowing as she met Percy's gaze. For once, her expression was unguarded, vulnerable even.

The moment she reached him, Percy took her hands, his usual cocky smirk replaced by something softer. Something real.

When they spoke their vows, the entire cosmos seemed to pause. The stars shimmered just a little brighter, the sea calmed, and even Olympus, normally chaotic, was silent.

And then, with a final blessing from Ananke and Nyx, they were bound—husband and wife, moon and tide, hunt and sea.

The cheers were deafening.

But the true highlight came after the celebrations.

Because while everyone was still busy partying, Nyx had been scheming.

And when Zeus finally retired to his grand temple, expecting some peace after a long day of tolerating Percy, he was met with a disaster.

His temple.

Was ruined.

Toilet paper wrapped around its massive pillars, streaming down in cursed, sticky, unholy layers. It wasn't just normal toilet paper—no, this stuff moved when touched, absorbed lightning, and somehow left behind a greasy, indestructible film.

And across the grand entrance, in massive, glowing neon letters:

"CONGRATS PERCY ARTY! LOVE, NYX"

And underneath that, in slightly smaller writing:

"Zeus is a drama queen."

With a doodle. A tiny, adorable doodle of Percy and Artemis holding hands.

Zeus's left eye twitched. His breathing was uneven. His fists clenched so hard that thunder rumbled in the distance.

"NYX!"

Somewhere, across Olympus, Nyx and Percy—now official chaotic besties—burst into maniacal laughter.

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Afterwords:

And there it is! The wedding of the century:

Zeus's temple? Ruined.

Nyx? Absolutely thriving.

Percy? Now a karaoke god.

Apollo? Crying.

Artemis? Married.

Percy Nyx's chaotic bestie energy? Unmatched.

Zeus being bossed around? Yet again, iconic.

Should I write the honeymoon next?