PJ Oneshots

The Wedding

I'm finally giving you a longer one!!! I felt like all of you deserved it after a long time of my pitiful excuses for stories.

Also this is the first time I'm actually using Nico's full name. I know that I have been using Nico di Angelo for a while even though his real full name is Niccolò di Angelo. 

As I walked down the aisle I stared at my feet, well more like the fancy black dress shoes that my feet were in. I could barely work up the courage to look in front of me but once I did I was not disappointed. I saw my family, my friends, my world. My soon to be husband stood there looking perfect and I considered it slightly unfair.

Only a few more steps, I thought.

Finally after what seemed like decades I reached the altar.

POV Nico

I couldn't breathe. I was sitting in a dressing room three hours before my wedding and I was having a panic attack.

Be glad it is't a flashback or something, a little voice in my head told me but I decided to ignore it.

Hazel, Reyna, Percy, and what looked like to me the faintest outline of Jason's ghost were all exchanging worried glances. Well the ghost thing that could have been a hallucination wasn't but it still looked worried.

"Nico..." Hazel started.

"I'm fine," I lied after my lungs finally started to work again.

"I don't think Will would agree with you, what if I go get him. If you insist on having some sort of tradition remain then I can get Apollo," Reyna said in a stern town.

"Please do not get my future husband or father in law. I am fine. Now if you would just help me finish getting ready."

They all looked at each other but then, finally, started to help me. At some point during all of this the possible ghost of Jason had vanished. I was about to tell my grooms people this when I realized it would probably be best if they at least thought I was mentally stable. Or maybe not half way through a mental breakdown. I didn't think I was either of these possibilities. In fact I felt that even though the wedding had been causing me some stress I really had not been farther away from a mental breakdown in years. Years meaning since around 1930.

The next two hours passed by fast. Then half an hour before the wedding the fast pace of everything came to a halt. It felt similar to the Battle of Manhattan when Kronose had slowed time down. Everything was agonizingly slow. Every minute felt like an eternity.

Soon I was the only person left in my dressing room. Everyone had left ten minutes before and somehow there was still five minutes left until I was supposed to leave the room that felt like it was closing in on me. I hadn't felt like this in years. The memories from the jar overwhelmed me but I brushed them off like my previous panic attack.

Hazel was right. Will would kill me if he found out I was doing this.

I took a deep breath and got up from my seat. It was now time for me to walk out of this door, walk down the aisle, and get married to the love of my life.

As I walked down the aisle I stared at my feet, well more like the fancy black dress shoes that my feet were in. I could barely work up the courage to look in front of me but once I did I was not disappointed. I saw my family, my friends, my world. My soon to be husband stood there looking perfect and I considered it slightly unfair.

Only a few more steps, I thought.

Finally after what seemed like decades I reached the altar.

"I, William Andrew Solace, take you, Niccolò di Angelo, to be my husband. When you need a friend, I will be your best friend. When you need help, I will be there for you. When you need care, I will support you. When you want to try something new, I will encourage you. And when you do the same for me, I will appreciate you. But if you don't... I will forgive you. Every day. For the rest of my life and beyond, for this is not a normal relationship. Besides the fact that you are the love of my life I have no doubt that you will also be the love of my death. It is no secret to anyone here that you Nico, are the son of Hades, Ghost King, and Prince of the underworld. I have thought about what this means long and hard and also had many conversations with you and your father. This all means that this is not your normal kind of commitment. This means that I'm choosing to be with you for the rest of time. To stay with you forever through the ups and downs. Through sickness, health, life and death.

I, William Andrew Solace, take you, Niccolò di Angelo, to be my husband. For now and forever. To death that we do not part."

I took a shaky breath in letting a tear of joy run down my face as I started my vows.

"I, Niccolò di Angelo, take you, William Andrew Solace, to be my husband. I promise you that I will love and care for you forever. Not only till death but after that as well. I promise to hold you when you cry and to help you up when you fall. I have stuck by your side through hell and back and I would do it again and again as long as it meant I could stay with you.

Will you have always been and will always be my home. The one person who could make me comfortable anywhere. I think I will always remember that one time when I saw you getting driven around Manhattan on a Vespa. It always makes me smile when I think of that specific memory. Though, there are a million others like it.

The point of telling you all this is to prove that I will never forget you, never move on from you no matter what. If I die before you I will convince my father to let me hant you and if you die before me I will visit you in our room in the palace.

I, Niccolò di Angelo, take you, William Andrew Solace, to be my husband. For better or worse. Through the ups and downs. Through sickness, health, life and death. For now and forever. To death that we do not part."

In and out. I felt like I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. Finally the officiant started.

"Do you William Andrew Solace, take Niccolò di Angelo to be your lawfully wedded husband. Through sickness and through health. To death do you not part?" he said almost messing up the last part.

"I do," Will said, looking me directly in the eyes while doing so.

"And do you Niccolò di Angelo, take William Andrew Solace to be your lawfully wedded husband. Through sickness and through health. To death do you not part?" The officiant had gotten much better this time.

"I do," I said, my voice thankfully not too shaky.

"Then with the power visited in me by the power of the US government and the many pantheons of gods I pronounce you Husband and Husband. You may kiss the groom." and with that Will and I kissed. It was the best feeling in the world despite having done it millions of times before. It was the first time I had kissed him when we were married. I was so excited I felt like I could scream. Thankfully I didn't.

After the ceremony we moved inside for dinner and a lot of speeches. Once all of that was done we moved on to the dance floor.

Will and I had our first dance but after that everyone else was welcomed on. During this two hour period of dancing Will and I got cornered a lot both together and separately.

At some point before Percy's sister left she convinced both me and Will to dance with her. It was adorable to see the two of them dancing together even though I got slightly self conscious. I don't know exactly why. It was my wedding night, no one cared.

The night continued with desert and more dancing.

After a while I lost count of what was going on. The only thing I knew was that the next morning I woke up in my bed with my new husband.