Percabeth: oneshots and headcannons {discontinued}

The wedding (Part 2)

Annabeth

Annabeth smoothed down her dress, looking down at the white chiffon surrounding her feet. She was shaking. Her hair had been piled up on her head, glinting like strands of gold in the sunlight. Her face was makeup free, except the tiniest sweep of lipgloss. Twelve minutes and nine seconds. That's all she had left of fully being Annabeth Chase, before she was wed at the altar. Her new signature had been practiced again and again, until she'd finally mastered it with ultimate elegance. She and Percy had chosen a new home in New Rome. They were planning to live in Long Island, later on, to be closer to Sally and camp, but for now they were just going to get a little apartment where they knew they'd be safe. Her heart was in her mouth, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering like a bird's wings against glass.

She couldn't be happier.

Around her stood her four bridesmaids, dressed in their short dresses with bows at the front - Piper, Hazel, Calypso and Rachel- and her maid of honour, Thalia. The huntress hadn't been all too happy when she got an IM at three am asking her to come to a wedding, but once she'd realised it was Annabeth's, she'd asked for leave immediately. Artemis had at first shown disapproval, but gave in, as she thought Annabeth still held the spirit of a true huntress, and she'd never forgotten how Percy Jackson had held the sky to let her fight, and helped free her from her chains. She happily obliged. Thalia was standing in front of her now, dressed elegantly in her turquoise maxi dress (which had taken a lot of fighting for her to get into), a proud smile on her face.

"Little Annabeth, huh? You're all grown up," she smiled. Annabeth tried very hard not to cry. Thalia, however, wiped a tear from her eye. Her best friend squeezed her arms and handed her the bouquet of blue roses. "It's time," she said. "Good luck, baby sister."

There was a blur of aquamarine chiffon, rhinestones and tulle, which meant that the bridesmaids had all assembled in front of Annabeth. Bride didn't seem real to her, as if this was all some kind of blissful dream, and she'd wake up in Tartarus or some horrific place like that. However, when she pinched herself, she found that she was very awake, and that this was actually happening. Mrs Jackson. The name rang in her head like a heavenly chorus, and she almost screamed with excitement. She forced herself to stay calm, and walked out onto the beach.

Percy

"Don't cry when she comes, man. It's not cool," Grover said in Percy's ear. They stood inside an open gazebo on Montauk beach, a large group of guests sitting in front of them. Percy was fiddling with everything he could; his shirt, his hair - everything. His future wife was coming any minute now,  and the thought made him even more nervous. He felt like he was about to be sick.

Percy just gritted his teeth and nodded. Looking out into the small group of guests, he saw his mom sitting in the front row, smiling encouragingly. Percy smiled back; they'd had a long talk that morning about nerves and vows and keeping calm, and he was thankful. He'd probably be puking in the ocean at this point otherwise.

"Oh, here they come," Grover nudged Percy and he automatically stood up straight. Leo emerged, arm in arm with his girlfriend Calypso, walking slowly to Fight Song. Then came Hazel with Frank, and after them, Piper and Jason. Finally, just before the chorus began to play, Rachel came out with Nico in her arm (which both had grumbled about considerably), and all the bridesmaids and their groomsmen counterparts lined up next to the altar.

Then, he saw Annabeth, her face partially hidden behind a white veil that stretched into a long train behind her. Her dress was completely white, with chiffon material that touched the ground and a glittering bodice, finished off with a white rose. Thalia followed behind her, holding the bottom of her skirt and veil. Chiron had his arm linked through Annabeth's, as she and her dad had fought again, so he hadn't even turned up. She was closer now, and Percy could see her properly, her eyes, her hair, her shining smile...

And that was when he choked.

Not a proper, full on choking, but he still had to double over to get himself together. Idiot, he silently scolded himself, and put a hand over his mouth. Tears stung his eyes, but they didn't fall. If possible, she looked even more beautiful than she did before; must've been because she was smiling, and for once, the stormy look in her eyes was gone. Cautiously, he flipped the veil over her head so that he could see her properly. The thin material now rested on top of the small tiara that perched on her head.

"You're beautiful," he breathed almost silently. He was careful not to say: you look beautiful, as that would suggest that she didn't always, which wasn't true.

"You're not so bad yourself," she grinned, but her eyes shone. Their voices were inaudible to anyone but eachother.

"Ready to kick some booty?"

"Aren't I always?"

"That's my girl," he said, and they turned to face the altar. Although they weren't Christian, the words on the scroll were very similar to the standard vows, as Ancient Greek rituals were sexist and kind of dumb, in Percy's eyes. They exchanged vows and repeated lines and promises, then it was time for the most important part. Percy suddenly felt a wave of anxiety as the all-important question was spoken.

"Do you, Perseus Jackson, take this woman, Annabeth Chase, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Percy gulped. "I do," he said softly, and the ring was slid onto his finger.

"And do you, Annabeth Chase, take this man, Perseus Jackson, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" She stared into his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I do," she smiled, and Percy fitted the band onto her hand. It was an infinity ring,sparkly and silver.

"And through the power invested in me, I now pronounce you: husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Annabeth clasped her hands around his neck and kissed him, and no matter how many times she'd done it, Percy still forgot where he ended and she began. Applause roared in his ears, and he pulled away because he couldn't help but smile. He hoisted her up and dangled her over one shoulder, and she squealed.

"Percy. Put. Me. Down," Annabeth demanded. He pretended to think about it, then laughed.

"Nah," he replied, and paraded her back down the aisle. He felt giddy with happiness, his mind spinning with the possibilities of what lay ahead. They were together now, and nothing could stop them being together.

They were united, bound together, forever. Mr and Mrs; Husband and Wife.

Wise Girl and Seaweed Brain.

( A/N I liked writing this for some reason. Maybe I should do a part three, like the wedding reception or something? I don't know. If you have been waiting for an update, my dad took away my source of internet, so I couldn't. Very sorry, but I hope you liked this. - even though the ending was cheesy oops... Bye!)