Percabeth Oneshots

The Satyr's Proposal

By me.

Grover paced nervously, his hooves clopping against the floor as he prepared for the most important moment of his life.

Jason and Leo leaned against the wall nearby, trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter.

“You sure this is the best way, Grover?” Jason asked, grinning.

Grover turned to him with wide eyes. “It has to be perfect! Percy’s my best friend. I need him to say yes.”

Leo chuckled. “Oh, he’ll say yes. I just hope he doesn’t choke on that Coke when he finds the surprise.”

Just then, Percy strolled into the room, Annabeth by his side. “Hey, what’s going on?” Percy asked, raising an eyebrow at the scene before him.

“Percy, Percy!” Grover rushed over, thrusting a glass of Coke into his hands. “Drink it, man. Drink it!”

Percy looked at him with suspicion. “What’s up with you, Grover? You look like you’re about to explode.”

“Just drink it, Perce!” Grover insisted, practically bouncing on his hooves.

Percy rolled his eyes and took a sip. As soon as the Coke hit his tongue, he paused, feeling something odd against his lips. He reached into the glass and pulled out a small, soggy bow tie.

“What the—” Percy stared at the bow tie, utterly confused. “Why is there a bow tie in my drink? Wait a minute…”

“Percy Jackson, will you be my best man?”

Jason and Leo burst out laughing in the background, clutching their sides as Grover’s earnest expression met Percy’s bewildered one. Annabeth, standing beside Percy, looked equally lost.

Percy blinked, then a grin split his face. “Yes! Yes! A thousand times YES!” he yelled dramatically, throwing his arms around Grover.

Annabeth crossed her arms, staring at the two of them. “What just happened?”

Grover beamed up at her, still wrapped in Percy’s hug. “I’m getting married, Annabeth! And I needed to ask Percy to be my best man.”

Jason and Leo were still laughing uncontrollably. “That was—” Jason gasped for air, “—the most ridiculous proposal I’ve ever seen.”

Leo wiped a tear from his eye. “But it worked!”

Percy pulled back, looking at Grover with a huge grin. “Dude, you could have just asked. You didn’t need to slip a bow tie into my drink!”

Grover shrugged sheepishly. “I wanted it to be memorable.”

Annabeth shook her head, exasperated but amused. “Well, you succeeded.”

Percy held up the soggy bow tie with a grin. “I’m never going to let you forget this, Grover.”

Grover grinned back. “That’s what best friends are for.”

Percy twirled the soggy bow tie between his fingers, still grinning like a fool. “So, when’s the big day?” he asked, tossing the tie onto a nearby table.

Grover, still flushed from excitement, stood up and brushed off his knees. “Two weeks from now! Juniper’s been planning everything, and I—I just wanted to make sure my best friend was ready.” He looked at Percy with a mixture of hope and nerves.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “Two weeks? That’s quick, Grover. You’ve got everything figured out?”

Jason snorted, still struggling to compose himself. “Grover? Figuring everything out? That’s a first.”

Grover shot him a glare. “Hey! Juniper’s handling the details. I’m in charge of, uh… moral support and… well, this.” He gestured to Percy, who puffed out his chest with exaggerated pride.

“You mean, making sure Percy gets a bow tie soaked in Coke?” Annabeth teased, crossing her arms with a smirk.

Percy gave her a playful nudge. “Hey, I’d drink a hundred soggy bow ties for Grover.”

“Yeah, you say that now,” Leo chimed in, “but wait until you’re standing next to him during the ceremony, and all those dryads start crying and throwing flower petals at you. You’ll be covered in leaves and goat hair.”

Grover huffed. “It’s not goat hair—it’s fur! And they’re just expressing their emotions.”

Jason snickered. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Percy leaned back, crossing his arms as he gave Grover a sly smile.

“So, what do I get for being the best man? Free soda refills? VIP seating at the wedding?”

Grover smiled nervously. “Uh… about that. Juniper… kinda wants you to give a speech.”

Percy’s grin faltered. “Wait. A speech?”

Annabeth’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

“Dude,” Percy looked panicked, turning to Jason and Leo for support. “I’m no good with speeches. Remember the time I tried to explain how we saved the world to my mom? I spent twenty minutes talking about fish.”

Jason smirked. “To be fair, it was a fishy situation.”

Leo waggled his eyebrows. “I could help you write something. It’ll be epic. We can add a firework show at the end. Boom, best speech ever!”

Grover shook his head quickly, eyes wide. “No fireworks at the wedding, Leo!”

Percy groaned. “Great, now I have to write something emotional.”

Annabeth laughed, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Seaweed Brain. I’ll help you out. Just talk about all the crazy times you’ve had together. How you’ve always had each other’s backs.”

Percy looked relieved. “Thanks, Wise Girl. I don’t want to accidentally end up talking about underwater ecosystems during the wedding.”

“You probably still will,” Leo snickered.

Jason straightened up and clapped his hands. “Alright, alright, so Percy’s giving the best man speech, no fireworks allowed, and we have two weeks to mentally prepare for a wedding that’ll probably end in flower petals, crying dryads, and goat hair.”

“Fur,” Grover corrected, rolling his eyes.

As the group chatted and joked about the upcoming wedding, Annabeth leaned over to Percy and whispered, “You know, I’m kind of curious what your underwater ecosystem speech would have sounded like.”

Percy grinned. “Maybe I’ll slip a few fish facts into the speech just for you.”

Leo and Jason exchanged looks, snickering behind their hands. Percy’s best man speech was already shaping up to be legendary—or at least, hilariously chaotic.