A/N: Hello all! So this is my new PJO/HoO writing project: drabbles about all the pairings I thing would work best in canon, less than 1,000 words, and with a T rating unless I specify higher (which might not be necessary at all.) Prepare for a myriad of different themes – but, if you've read my stories before, many will end up being silly.

I hope you like it!

I blinked and stared at Percy as a huge explosion rang out. "So this is awkward."

Percy, oddly enough, giggled and grinned. "Well, I mean, it's not like I didn't have an actual plan to do it eventually. I just figured, well, we're probably going to be dead sooner than we'd like to admit, and I figured I'd do it now. Just in case."

I fought against the restraints holding me to the wall. "I cannot believe you would propose while the two of us are being held hostage by a raging lunatic trying to kill our friends."

"Is that a yes?"

I twisted and bent as much as I could and managed to lightly brush Percy with the toe of my boot. "That was supposed to be me kicking you."

"Aw, violence," said Percy, with the most ridiculous hearts in his eyes smile, "your favorite way to tell me you love me."

"Sometimes I hate you."

"Of course you don't, you love me, and you're going to marry me." He said this last part with a singsong sort of tone, still grinning at me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, unable to avoid laughing. "You're all goofy and stupid right now and –" I interrupted myself with a ridiculous giggle. "I love you."

"I love you too!"

"I'm thinking lacy pink for my the wedding," I said, entirely convinced that my plan was going to be perfect and pink and with a crazy amount of flowers with –

Wait.

"Percy," I said, trying to keep my laughter down, "why are you asking me to marry you when we had a discussion two weeks ago about waiting to get married until we graduated college?"

"Because we're dying, lovey!"

"We might not die! If we died we wouldn't be able to get married and – okay seriously you just called me Lovey and I'm talking like Paris Hilton and Drew in Victoria's Secret. There is seriously something wrong with us."

Percy shrugged. "It's okay. I always love you."

Before I could respond, I heard something or someone hit the door hard enough to knock it down. A dark haired figure stood in the doorway, and then in ran Piper. "Wow, you'd think this would be the first time I walked in on the two of you in handcuffs but, hey, what can you do?"

I tried to glare at her, but it turned into a wide smile. I tried to say, "shut your mouth, I'm going to kick your skinny Aphrodite ass," but it came out as, "We're getting married!" I had to force myself to stop giggling. "Oh, flying Hermes, Piper, why are you making us want to get married? Stop charm speaking us."

She waved her hand at us. "Oh, don't be ridiculous. I created a love truth potion to eliminate the Cyclops, who ended up in wild, passionate love with the tree outside. Clearly he's, uh," she leaned in and winked, "he's got wood for wood."

"Wow." I said, rolling my eyes. "Where'd Leo get to, then?" I asked, suspicious.

Piper grinned mischievously. "Well he was a bit too close to the potion. Fell to the ground and started licking the stone floor."

"So he's literally stoned?" Percy said with a grin.

"Yep."

I rolled my eyes so emphatically I was pretty sure I could hear it. "What the Hades, guys?"

"Let's get you out of there."

Percy and I looked at each other. "We're gonna have a lot to talk about after this, aren't we?" I said.

He nodded. "Oh yeah we are, Miss Pink Lace."