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9. Apollo's OTP?

Leto rubbed Artemis' back softly as the latter's sobs kept dying to hiccups and resurrecting as wails repeatedly. Her daughter had been at it for about an hour now, and all Leto could understand from her short babble before the breakdown was that Percy was in danger.

It was past time that Perseus returned, but she was accustomed to waiting for her father and the Nicer Uncles when they left for war in the Golden Age, when she was a young Titaness yet. She would seldom move from her window for more than a few minutes, and return hastily. They didn't always arrive when they had promised they would and she often had to stay up past bedtime, but that was okay for her. Iapetus would always check up on her first after returning, and ask if she had watched for him, and she would dutifully say yes. She knew to wait past hopes and anxieties.

Artemis though, was new to this. After her tears had finally stopped, she narrated how she had seen Perseus enter the Garden Of The Hesperides from her chariot and never seen him come out, even after slowing down so much that she had had more than a few near-misses with crash-landing. "The Garden is dangerous," she had said, as if Leto hadn't known, "and he is without powers or help!"

Leto was able to mutter another batch of words that contained no direct assurance of his safety, to calm her daughter down. Just as she was done, and had let the goddess in her embrace calm down, the god flashed in.

"Well, I guess I understand now what 'tired to the bones' means." He said, and sat in a well-cushioned chair, his eyelids fighting their own weight, but his posture completely awake.

Leto didn't know whether or not she was surprised that Perseus didn't acknowledge his sister and her tears. Either he was truly too tired... or he dreaded her wedding and thus was avoiding speech till he figured out apt words and behavior.

She looked all over his body (or at least the visible part) for any injuries and concluded that the Apples, beyond their famous gifts, cured injuries too. She wanted to go embrace him to reassure her subconscious, but restrained from the show of affection for reasons unknown to herself.

While Leto strolled in the park of her thoughts, Artemis slowly turned to face her brother. Her tears which, by all rights, shouldn't have existed after already having created a new saltwater biome on Olympus, threatened to spill once again. Leto saw Perseus confused by the look that Artemis was giving him and she raised a 'Really?' eyebrow at him, though she wasn't sure herself whether to advise him to prepare his arms for a hug or his cheek for a slap.

Thankfully for her son, she remembered that he had Emotions as a Domain and told him so. He stood up, walked to her, and embraced lightly her still, tensed figure. That was when the female began to shake and cry violently. Following her miming, he rubbed her back soothingly: he hadn't quite gotten the hang of the whole Emotions job, it would seem. Then the goddess of the Moon began hitting every part of him she could reach while in the same position with tightly clenched fists, tears slowly dying down. Though she couldn't see his face, Leto saw Perseus relax at Artemis' response.

That the blows from the emotionally-strung goddess were extremely weak was revealed to Leto when, after a good while of getting hit by his sibling, Perseus slept right through the rest! The females, not knowing of his state of unconsciousness, kept asking him questions and telling him what a "stupid idiot" (sic) he was, right until his legs, by chance, fell out of the stiff position they had been placed in, and he collapsed onto his sister.

Leto chuckled at the arrangement in front of her and transported Percy off to his room. Artemis sat up, gasped for a while to make up for the breathe that was knocked out of her due to his weight, said that she would go tell Apollo and left, probably to also celebrate her brother's arrival in private.

Leto herself flashed to Percy's room. She wished to know if he was truly well- physically and magically. She had also realised how much she liked caring for her eldest: Artemis and Apollo would either behave too mature or too teenager-ish for her to fuss over, and there weren't any other young gods around she may virtually-adopt.

He owned no internal injuries of any consequence, and his magical power was more than two-thirds full. Leto sighed in relief and left him to rest.

When he woke up, Perseus felt as if he'd just had the best sleep in the history of Hypnos' reign. He rolled around in bed, tangling the sheets through his limbs and relished the feeling of stretching fabric straining against his body. It made him feel whole and rested and lazy in a weird way, and so he liked it and had made a ritual out of it. Then, once he was one with the white fabric, he started to bounce around and try to shake off the cloth mid-air without using his limbs. Childish, but totally fun.

His upper half was almost free when Apollo and Artemis flashed in. He stopped his frantic bouncing- He was really out of practice!- and rolled to face them.

Both of his siblings had one perfectly raised eyebrow and a half-smirk, each a mirror image of the other, and a 'Really?' written on their faces, not unlike their mother a while ago. He narrowed his eyes at them, "Your entrance interrupted me from getting in the zone."

"Need help?"

"If you mean to aid me in collecting a cyclops' dirty laundry to fill your rooms for this behavior, then yes, I require help."

Apollo rolled his eyes (another thing Percy couldn't manage) and walked to his brother's bed, simultaneously flashing the sheets off him and clothing him. The eldest triplet let out an indignant sound at that, but complied when his brother pulled him to a standing position for an embrace.

"Am I the only one who is noticing that Near Death Scenarios bring out the brat's emotions?"

"Am I the only one who in noticing that you, who was crying and beating me at my arrival, is standing all aloof at the second meeting itself?" Percy mimicked.

Artemis quickly retorted, "You just teleported back at the moment when I was finally calming down, and shocked me into an over-overwhelmed state. My brain didn't know what to make of the situation and my body took control. It was all very irrational and uncontrolled."

Apollo said, "So you simply had an emotional orgasm?"

Artemis replied, "That is the worst way you can describe it, actually."

"We have the Emotions guy right here! Let him decide. Percy, can it be described as an emotional orgasm?"

Perseus raised his hand in an apologetic manner, "Sorry, lady, but that's my bro you're against. So, you're clearly and utterly wrong."

"But I'm your sister too!"

"Look, lil' sis," Apollo moved to hug Perseus sideways, "there's no word resembling 'Brismance' or 'Sisomance'. Therefore, 'Bromance' wins and rocks! Quod Erat Demonstrandum!" He paused a moment, "We're not supposed to use that language yet, are we?"

Percy shook his head, "The Fates have only revealed that Latin will be the language of our host country in the future, not whether we are allowed or prohibited to use it now, amongst ourselves." He disengaged himself, and changed the topic excitedly, "Enough of idle talk, though. Let's get ourselves some food!"

And Artemis said to Apollo, "Remind me to get him capital-F Food at the next Council."

After a lot of absolutely unnecessary detours, and a similar lot of talking, the triplets came to the dining room and found Hestia.

On seeing him, Hestia started towards Perseus, but he stopped her advance with a raised hand, and said, "I have been told that every god up here was in one of four categories: the 'Don't care', the 'Kill him', the 'No fighting, kids' or those who care for me." He narrowed his eyes at her, "Which one were you in?"

Hestia began admiring the floor and her footwear and playing with her fingers, like a child being reprimanded, and timidly said, "The one out to kill you?" in a tone that wasn't sure whether it was the right thing to say.

Perseus grinned at her and moved to embrace her. She responded in like, dropping the act. He whispered, "Now that's like my grandma!" into her ear and she blew a jet of fire on his ear in return.

Hestia giggled at his "OW!" and pulled back, "Never tell a woman you think her old. When will you learn that, dear?"

"You can't act like eight and expect me to listen to you. When will you learn that?" Percy mimicked, "Choose forty-two and I'll start actually listening to your shrieks."

"So you mean to say that you'll listen to someone only when they're forty-two or more?"

"That is almost what I just said,"

"Oh. How old is Leto's Form then, pray tell?" She half-turned to reveal the Titaness standing in the doorway.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Apollo. I think I can manage to not flip out in the middle of a Council."

Perseus was happy to see his brother caring for his sister, but his focus was on not flipping out himself, and his gaze on the marble steps that were as un-complex as his mind and thoughts needed to be to be of any use. But that wasn't currently achievable.

'All I need to do is to not hurt Zeus.' Though he could now, due to his first experience, with some difficulty, bear the pain breaking the oath would cause him, and get all the Apples he needed- Zoha had informed him that the Golden Apples, unlike other objects of immortality, could be used to regain it several times- he didn't think that he could attack the overseer in the midst of a Council meeting and get away unscathed. He had to see that Artemis got married without problems and Zeus got the slap on the wrist that he would at most receive from the Council. 'Though with Hera furious and on our side, things may get interesting...'

As soon as Apollo opened the doors and they entered, the three flashed to their seats, not engaging in any discussion pre-Council.

'Is it just me, or are these things getting more frequent than the usual solstice affair?' The wet tentacle of Poseidon's voice brushed against his mind, 'Nice getting Thunder Butt all stressed and furious, by the way.'

The god of Demigods turned a dangerous gaze toward his uncle, 'As it pleases you, m'lord,' he seethed, irrationally, 'Perhaps you'll consider the customised, deluxe saltwater version of our Mind Your Own Leaky Butt package next?' and then blocked most telepathic lines to his mind after that for the rest of the meeting.

Zeus flashed to his seat, with a few loud sounds that he probably thought would distinguish him. He hit the floor by his feet using his godly Weapon, a spear with electricity all over its surface, and boomed, "Let's begin."

Demeter was the first: "Welcome back, Perseus."

He only needed a moment to comprehend her intentions: she was so unsubtle that he almost believed it to be her stupidity and not strategy. He'd recently proved his ability to the world, so he supposed he could allow some fake-allies, even ones that had never looked at him longer than a moment before the incident. He also took this to be the start of his involvement in mainstream godly politics, since now he was finally settled on the centerstage.

He nodded at her, "I would feel more welcome if my quest would bear better fruit, milady." He scanned the faces of his family, "Is there a more pressing matter than what I'm wishing to say?"

None responded. Zeus didn't flinch or move or grit his teeth. Perseus continued, "Is everyone informed of the matter or do I need to formally demand for the trail?"

"It is called 'formal' for a reason." Athena hissed at him. 'Wow. Didn't know she loved me that much. It is but a minute into the meeting...'

He drew an almost-random unbroken chain of angles and curves in the air in front of himself, and summoned a projection to act as him presenting the case. He made it alternately glare at the king of the gods and his daughter who shared Justice with him, taking special care to try out new strategies to creep them out and repeating those that elicited the most dark emotions using his Domain.

Once the presenting was complete (very soon), he dismissed the dummy and demanded a worthy punishment for Zeus' crimes.

He looked at Hera, waiting for her rage, but knew at one glance that she'd not lose her temper today- she'd remain cold poison and support them in that garb.

"The evidence is circumstantial." Athena declared.

"We have a god of Truth amongst us."

"Aye, but how does that guarantee his truthfulness?" Ares said, for once quietly.

Aphrodite provided the solution, "Swear a oath on the Fates for this trial, will you, Apollo?"

Perseus nodded at his brother, and the god of the Sun obliged, "I swear on the Fates to honestly test the truth of statements regarding the incident given to me, relying on my Domain."

"Quite specific, weren't you?" Athena muttered loud enough for every ear. 'Good thinking, Apollo. An oath with a limited scope can't hurt that much.'

"Apollo, is your sister married?"

"No, father. But I'd suggest you to give me statements to verify, not ask me the truth. I am, as you know, not all-knowing. My first statement was a testimony, not a god-of-Truth moment."

"Swear that that statement was true, then." Hephaestus said.

Apollo cleared his throat, and announced, "I swear upon the Fates for the length of this meeting that I will be faction Candor."

Athena's head whipped to him, "Did you just-?"

Apollo cut her off, "Shut it, Erudite." And then repeated his original answer to the question, "No, father, she isn't married."

Zeus took a long time to comprehend the short sentence the youngest Olympian had said, and then burst, "HOW DARE YOU SPOUT LIES IN COURT?!" He pointed a trembling finger at Perseus, as if willing fire out of it to smite him.

"My brother never claimed in this room that I am wedded." Artemis drew her father's attention from her elder brother, and then continued in a bored tone: "Somebody please help clean the piss from his ears."

Perseus was shocked for a moment, but then put on a Proud Brother face, and placed a hand over his heart, "Look at you! How quickly they grow up!"

"Why did you lie to me then?" Zeus snapped at him, "Why did you say that I couldn't take her for wife? She isn't married, so what stops me?"

"I'd remind you of consent, my lord," Hera said slowly, "But it doesn't seem right to trifle our father's Domain in trying to educate you."

"I think I well remember a time when a great man was rewarded for his endeavors by any maiden without further thought."

"Aye, there was one." The queen of the gods admitted, "But that was back when men of such lust were yet great, and back when Marriage wasn't my Domain and back WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER DIDN'T PROTECT MAIDENS!"

Perseus felt that the volume and fierceness of her voice by the end made it worth a floppity jillion exclamation marks. 'There goes cold poison...'

To his credit, Zeus didn't let his pseudo-regal expression change. Poseidon used the silence following Hera's scream to get to business, "Apollo, tell me if the following are true: one, Zeus sneaked into Artemis' palace without permission and two, He intended to force himself onto her."

"Yes they are true, uncle."

"Then I declare the crimes of my brother- trespassing and attempt to molest. Ideas on the punishment?

Before a reply could be made, Athena spoke up, "The Council could as easily charge him with treason."

Hephaestus drawled, "'Cause that would be really wise. I ofttimes wonder whether the Fates made a mistake with you, sister."

Hestia nodded, "That would be like exiling Artemis for not consenting."

"Or like flaying you for stopping His Grace's headaches by jumping out of his head." Ares added, "Anyways, ideas."

"Castration?" Hera suggested. Perseus was impressed by her tone and expression. She seemed serious at first glance, but he could tell that she was capable of turning this into a jest on the first sign that the majority was with Zeus.

"Non-existent stuff and all, sister dearest. I suggest a power drain for a decade."

There were a few more suggestions and eventually some punishment was agreed upon, but Perseus was more focused on what Zeus would try now that he knew she wasn't with a partner.

He got his answer soon enough: as the other gods started to leave, assuming that the king was too humiliated to bring up the next order of business, Zeus declared, "I ask you to marry me, Artemis."

"And why would she ever accept?" Apollo asked.

"She will, or I may order her by the law, as her father, to marry the person I choose for her."

"Only if she doesn't choose one herself."

Zeus shrugged at Apollo's statement, trying to hide the rage evident on his face, "Go on, then. Let your sister choose. I would like to know who would dare cross me."

"Oh, I'm sure someone will." Apollo replied smugly.

"Now exactly whose side are you on?"

"Calm down, Arty," the god of Music said, "it's not that unexpected! We knew that you would have to get married to escape him."

"But. Your. Smug. Ness." She smacked the back of his head with each syllable, "Got. Me. A. Dead. Line!"

"Yes, Artemis, that does put us in a difficult spot. Get on a break from your duties again and think and decide. Apollo will drive your chariot for the first three days as a punishment."

"But that means most of my energy will be in the sky trying to keep our Domains in check all day!"

Leto didn't reply. Though Apollo had caused a major problem, he'd done it unknowingly. Leto knew he didn't deserve the punishment, but: one, it'd leave them one annoying-and-non-productive-voice down, and two, she was not quite in her right mind.

Apollo nodded at her silence and left to fetch something to engage his mind with during the boring flight across the sky and then onwards to replace the minor godling handling Artemis' vehicle and his own.

"Artemis my dear," Leto said, "you too should retire to your palace and decide in solitude. We'll try to find some gods for your consideration."

After Artemis flashed away, Leto turned to her son and gave him a questioning look, though Percy couldn't understand the manner of the question. He decided on a 'Well...?', though he strongly suspected that it could as easily be a 'How do you three manage all this trouble?'

"If you're asking my opinion of all this," he said, slowly "I'll just say that we saved a lot of time convincing her to get married by getting someone else to force her into it."

"We did, and that is unfortunate: I planned to convince you three to spend some time with me as kids, now that the struggle is mostly over. Anyway, what I meant to ask was- do you wish me to...?"

"Please don't play matchmaker. If she catches onto it, she might think that we designed this mess to force her into it."

"I'll be subtle and make my words someone else's."

"I wish to say Please, do it, but I should say No. And that's what I say: No."

"Sometimes I feel that you've had a little too much of Rhea." Leto grumbled, like a wingman who'd been told that the target had gone cold, "So, I take my leave. Test out some of your allies till lunch, I'd say."

And that was exactly what he did. He strolled a park with Demeter, had a semi-long conversation with the ever-grunting Hephaestus and visited Hecate and Nemesis to please the minor gods- or at least prove to them that he was better than his father.

After a fantastic lunch ("Can you please get me Food?", "I already promised to talk to your aunts about it, Perseus! Now, stop bouncing around and eat!"), Perseus teleported to his brother in his chariot.

"What are you doing?"

"Shouldn't I be asking that, Apollo? Minus the tone, of course."

"You basically wasted all your time till now!"

"You gotta give me context, Apollo."

"You should've tried to woo Artemis! You've only got a week! Instead you spent your time socializing!" The younger god said, exasperated.

"I can't come off as running behind her. It'll seem that I made all of this up so that she'll have to marry me!"

"But you didn't!"

"There's no way to prove that to her, 'cause to her every oath will be a trick and every promise a farce."

Apollo had no reply to that and so they sat in silence for a few moments. Percy looked at a field of green and blue and white paint beneath them, and said, "Look. I don't know why you want us to marry, but I'll tell you that I don't want me to play a larger role than I've already played in the business of her wedding. It can only end in a bad way if I do."

"Still..." Apollo's protest was weak and no further than a single word. He seemed to realise it, and so he cleared his throat, "I just want you two to be together. I know mom and I both have spent a lot of time imagining both of your combined lives."

"You do realise that she this isn't going to be as romantic as your musings, right?"

Apollo shrugged noncommittally, "Eh. She'll change soon enough. As it is, you do have an eternity."

"Time is treacherous, brother: the length of eternity is equal to the observer's lifespan and no more."

'If Perseus had been in his child Form,' Artemis mused bitterly, 'he would have been jumping off the walls by now.' She supposed the same (to a lesser extent, though) could be said about her other sibling and her mother. All three were hiding it well, however. And a small part of her informed her that she couldn't quite blame them for this.

Zeus had flashed out as soon as his duties as a parent and the king of Olympus had been completed: he probably hadn't desired seeing his 'reward' with someone else any longer.

Hera had then, as if her husband hadn't just left to sulk, commanded them to be faithful and trusting and honest. And then she'd told them to kiss. Kiss!

It had been chaste- what with most of Olympus present- yet it had elicited more bodily reaction than the scandalous incident before Chrysaor's arrival. Her blush was a little shinier than before and brain's computation-time a bit further slower. The light touch of his lips on hers was, at the same moment, damnable and too-less-to-feel-right. Perhaps her brain went into a silent sulk, 'cause she didn't think the meeting of lips lasted in truth as long as she perceived it to be.

His eyes never left hers as they pulled away. Prussian blue on liquid silver. Half-formed-stars-in-twilight on the-moon-in-a-still-lake. She didn't think that she could've held his gaze this long if he hadn't allowed her: even passively his eyes were that powerful- his soul was so fluidly strong yet proudly vulnerable, she'd discovered. After they pulled away far enough Artemis discovered that his blush too, was brighter than the last time.

And she could swear she'd seen him look at her lips longingly.

(She hoped it wasn't some abnormality Perseus had beyond other spouses, for she seriously believed her head couldn't manage more of such interactions than were absolutely necessary.)

As soon as that had happened, the celebrations had started. Most of the attendees were simply to enjoy and socialise (read: brag), so the party soon degraded into the type of party when only a negligible amount of people remember the occasion in the first place. That saved Artemis from exhausting herself due to extended acting like A Pretty Thing. All she wanted right now was to flash to some forest, find a deer, Mist-ify it so it may look like Zeus, and then brutally kill it like an over-ill cur.

She turned to ask her leave of Leto, but a hand on her shoulder stored her. She grumbled internally and faced Perseus and raised her eyebrows questioningly.

He nodded to her right, "She was asking for you. Go to her for a while."

When Artemis reached her, Hera was looking at Aphrodite, who was now pushing people out of her way to Perseus, with a scalding gaze, but it softened slightly when she noticed Artemis to her left, "Oh, Artemis." She kept glancing toward the love goddess still, who was hallway to him now, "Look, I don't know if you require this or not, but I really must do it before Aphrodite does." She wasn't even looking at Artemis now, "It's better that way. You just-"

Artemis cut her, "What are you going to do?"

"Just," she tapped on the younger goddess' temple, "that."

"Wh-?"

"Later! I have to do Perseus too!" She dove into the crowd with determination and made for Percy.

A moment later, a series of images flashed in her mind and a bunch of highly un-narrate-able information entered. Even though she had already received it from Leto (though to a milder extent), she couldn't help but fumble at forcing it out of her mind. 'Gross! What can Aphrodite do to make it worse?!'

"And she said that it was an initiation by the love deities for couples on Olympus. She said they'd feed all the wrong information and cause arguments and fights."

"Still doesn't warrant scarring me forever." The moon goddess grumbled sourly.

Apollo was bouncing in his seat, "Dude! Get me to Aphrodite!"

Leto muttered something about mutation and crazy genes, said: "That was a particularly effective method." and then: "Well, I'm going to sleep for a while." and left.

The sun god asked his brother, "What're you doing for the next couple of hours?"

"Just a few tasks. I remember of your eating contest, if that's what you meant."

Apollo got up, "Making sure. Don't be late!"

Artemis and Apollo both left for their palaces and Perseus teleported to a wood to the north of Olympus.

He walked around for a few minutes, searching for a good place to sit, and found two fair-sized rocks by a lake. Percy sat on one of those and focused his energy.

In under a minute, a figure quite like him materialised on the other rock. "Hello," he said.

"To you." Percy replied, "So, I don't know exactly how this works. Are we the same person or- I mean, do I call you 'you' or...?"

"Since I can't exactly know your thoughts, I don't think we share a consciousness. 'You' works, I guess."

"Great! Now, do you know why-?"

"Yeah. I can see the excess energy still in you and me. The energy in the other Olympians, though a little lesser than us, is stable. We'll need to create a third soon, or even this may prove dangerous."

"Huh. I believe Hecate told me that if I divide my energy into two, its half-life would increase and we'd be able to avoid bursting into golden dust."

"Yes. But just two isn't enough. Just how much did Apollo feed you?"

"The whole reserve." Perseus explained to his other Form.

"Now, why am I here?"

"To keep me from bursting into golden dust." Perseus said.

"And...?"

He hung his head, ashamed at being caught by himself, then straightened, "I need an unbound-by-Zeus'-law person who can help me when needed and whom I can trust."

"So I do what?"

"Well, I don't know. Keep a standing army? Keep collecting energy and storing it someplace safe?"

"I know what I'll do." He stood up, "You get us followers, grant them help in your godly way for their faith. I'll get us an army, gift them our blood for their lives."

"A secret army."

The other nodded, "Hidden from mortals and this godly kingdom."

Perseus nodded back, "What shall I call you?"

The name seemed to be on the tip of his tongue already. "Raziel."

Hello, fellow Shadowhunters!

So this isn't going to be a Crossover and so it won't be a huge theme, but I'll probably make a story later which will be Clary's point of view in PJatO universe.

Now, I was trying to do this subtly, but I failed dramatically. You see, I've always believed that there is a reason that any story is written about a person or event: Percy was a rare demigod, Gus was unique in his thinking, Tris was a Divergent, et cetera. So I just wanted to give you guys (and myself) a reason why a primordial is supposedly possessing me to recount the story of a regular Olympian. He's almost as great at magic as Hecate, his energy due to the overdose is threatening to destroy him (and thus he has to divide into Raziel) and his compassion for his Mom is inspiring. That's why this story is about him, and that's why a lot of things that can't happen for a normal Olympian happen for him.

I think I cleared Hera in the first chapter: she's a mother too, dude. Also, don't you think Leto, as a member of a greater species, would be more than capable of protecting Perseus from godly damage.

Most of all, my dear, it's a council for a reason. You assume that the power of Olympus is concentrated in Zeus. If that was so, Hera wouldn't dare trouble Artemis and Apollo in the myths, and the Trojan war would have been stopped at Zeus' command. It's a council. The Olympian council was the basis for the Athenian democracy later. He's kinda like a CEO while also bring on the board of directors: he can't do anything if they vote him out.

And that's also another answer: the only thing Perseus has done is rebelled, which is badass and politically attractive. Besides, what part of their actions is overdone?

Also, hello Roth-ers! (I'm guessing that's what we call ourselves.)

Please review. I would like to know how my writing feels like at the reading end.

Summary:

The Most Awkward Wedding.

Percy returns to Olympus and spends the first Council meeting demanding and securing a punishment for Zeus' actions. Apollo's great behavior forces Artemis to marry within a week. Perseus gets some allies to support his passive-aggression against Zeus.