Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus

Fils de l'Amour: Phoebe's One-Off

Konohagakure no Sato was many things. It claimed the sole right as being the first hidden village. It was a place of idealistic peace, a refuge, even in times of war. It was notoriously home to the strongest shinobi on the planet. It was the birthplace of the Will of Fire.

And currently – as most Konoha natives were eager and very proud to point out – had the right to claim its ruler, the Nanadaime Hokage, was arguably the most powerful man on the planet.

The Genin who'd rallied Allied Shinobi Forces against a madman who, in another life, would've been one to teach him in his father's stead. The Jinchuriki who befriended a creature most thought a mindless demon. The Mortal who'd fought – and won - against the Greek God of Heroes and Strength. The Demigod who held off the primordial of the Earth to buy time for the Olympians' heroes – which was only possible with the aid of his best friend, he never hesitated to add.

Hero of Olympus; Son of Aphrodite; Legacy of the Yellow Flash; The Boy of Miracles; The Sage of Mt. Myōboku; The Orange Hokage (yes, he'd even managed to get that one in people's heads); the list of his epithets was nearly endless.

Naruto Uzumaki, the name resonated hope and always brought smiles to faces – unless you were a sore loser or forbidden challenger, such as a beach-bombed Hercules or a certain God of War.

The boy had long since grown into a man, his rounded jaw seemed harder, his features more masculine, his unruly blond hair cut short and his whisker marks seemed faint or at least not as prominent. His was frame tall and lean, hidden beneath an orange jacket with black rings around the cuffs. The hat he so coveted as a child was set to the side of his desk, placed atop a stack of paperwork. His right hand, bandaged from the fingertips to the elbow, set down the pen that rested within. His left, a healthy rosy-peach like the rest of his skin, set down the report from the border patrol. They came together and intertwined thoughtfully.

"...Did I do something wrong, Senshi-hime?"

He blinked his tired and slightly overworked blue eyes at his wife of nearly a decade, who stood across from his desk, across from him, with a look on her face. It was a look that no man wished to be on the receiving end of. She seemed to take a moment to think before she spoke, less than a second really, and his damnable ADHD chose that moment to kick in.

Her skin, bordering from tanned to a light natural bronze, glistened under the natural light that filtered into the room and her hair, dark as the night sky in Konoha, was pulled into a practical, but still stunning, ponytail. Her beautiful face, still deceivingly angular and sharp, had been marred with a frown. The loving brown eyes he used to stare into for hours on end were now upon him like an eagle's – Like Miu's, he thought sadly as he recalled his deceased companion – would be on prey. She was dressed simply, but still managed to look breathtaking in her grey sweatpants and royal purple hoodie with a golden SPQR down the left arm, a red Uzumaki swirl on the right shoulder, and what he presumed to be either just a black tank-top or a sports bra underneath. (If he were honest, Naruto would prefer the latter, but wouldn't complain over the former.)

"Your mother." Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano Uzumaki – damn did he love that she took his clan's name – said only those two words and Naruto knew he'd best create a few clones to finish his work. He was definitely in for another interesting day today, and that was more than welcome as an escape from his work.

"Did something happen?" Naruto asked once he had his doppelgängers in place. He led Reyna from the office, his arm around her shoulders. She slipped from his embrace once they ventured to the rooftop, standing at the barrier of the edge and overlooking the village she now called home.

Reyna took a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes. "Your mother, as a goddess, has deep traits that are forever bound to your line, does she not?"

"...Well, yes, but so does yours." Naruto pointed out, still not understanding and very confused, but still kept his distance. Being married for nearly a decade, you learned to anticipate things from your spouse, but that didn't mean you couldn't still be surprised. Reyna could and would try to castrate him if put in the right state of anger was one such surprise. Even if she was eight months pregnant.

That was a chase through the hospital he did not wish to reenact...Again.

Sasuke still gave him shit over it.

The bastard.

"But my mother did not split herself, imparting her essence into a newborn. She did not become a famed ninja, a powerful warrior that made a name for herself in a world war," Reyna said dryly. She pinned Naruto with another piercing look. "She did not have certain vernacular traits that could pass through me to our son."

Bullets of sweat started to form upon Naruto's brow. That was the look she gave him after he went off to save Hinata and her sister Hanabi from the misguided third descendant of Kaguya. Apparently, he wasn't supposed to rush off like a hero after one of his friends', especially if said friend had a big crush on him.

That week on the couch sucked balls.

"Rey-hime, can you please just tell me what she did?" Naruto asked. Seriously if his mother was trying to stir trouble for him - again - just because she was bored, they were going to have words.

Charmspeak be damned.

"What does Dattebane mean?"

...Wait, what?

"Dattebane?" Naruto asked with a brow arched in bewilderment.

"What. Does. It. Mean?" Reyna repeated firmly, her gaze still hard. It was so wrong that Naruto felt turned on by receiving her annoyed glare, really it was, but dammit she just had to look so hot when she glared at him like that, didn't she?

"Er, well, it doesn't really mean anything," he said and scratched his cheek with his finger. "It's, uh, it's just sort of a verbal tic, ttebayo."

"...Ah. So you did inherit your tic."

Damn right! He thought proudly. However his bewildered and confused look remained. Carefully, unsure whether his wife was still irritated with him, Naruto walked up behind her and engulfed her form with his own. His chin rested on her head and both overlooked the village together.

"What brought this question on?" He asked tentatively.

"Your son."

"Boruto?" The boy was named for Neji, the only close friend he lost during the war who'd given his life to defend him in a moment of weakness. That and it was really hard to find a name that fit the theme his parents had. Once he was revealed to his father's friends, the toddler had gotten a bronzed nut from his godfather alongside an imperial gold wrench. Naruto had to find a way to get Leo back for his gag gift. He was considering a scroll that promised Icha-Icha, but when opened, released a gallon of running water. It was retribution that was fully backed by Reyna, too.

Reyna had been struck by the wrench during a fit her son threw and had not taken kindly to its origins. Plus, Naruto was sure there were some lingering feelings about the elf-eared demigod. Unfortunately for Leo, none of them were positive and all of them stemmed from his 'mind controlled' actions.

"Yes." Reyna's voice broke Naruto from his scheming thoughts and he looked down at her when she looked up at him, a wry grin on her face. "He's apparently taken to saying the word 'Dattebasa', and has decided to use it rather interestingly in class."

"Really?" Naruto asked.

"The monkey believes that he's been using it in place of swears."

Pride like no other swelled within Naruto's chest and he laughed. "That's my boy, dattebayo!"

Most parents would be affronted by the suggestion, especially if they had the political standing or power that he did. Not Naruto. Naruto was not so quick to become a bitch for proper manners, for snobs and snooty people that felt that they were above him. Granted he didn't cuss people out left and right, but he didn't plaster a false smile onto his face and kiss ass either. He wasn't a politician - hell, he was hardly even a proper dictator!

He was a warrior.

He was a shinobi.

He was a demigod.

He was a hero.

But most importantly, at least to Naruto anyway, he was a father. Naruto managed to see his dream to fruition and even managed to start a family, his family.

His wife, a strong warrior in her own right and familiar with the struggle of leadership. Not to mention she wasn't too bad to look at either. She didn't take his crap but didn't give him crap either. The Will of Fire was strong in her, her love for her Camp never dwindled entirely, and her love for Konoha still baffled her former friends. Their love for each other was the only thing that surpassed their love for the village. Well, there may be another thing they loved more than the village.

Their son. Naruto's hair graced his head, Reyna's cheekbones rested beneath his skin, two whiskers marked over either cheek, Naruto's father's eyes, Reyna's father's nose, and both of their mother's beauty combined was evident in the infant's face. Boruto was perfection, as any proud parent would say of their child. The first time Naruto had been offered to hold him, he was so scared he would screw up. That he would hurt the tiny baby.

It was a ridiculous fear, in hindsight, one that washed away as soon as his fingers brushed against the newborn's bundled form. Naruto knew he'd never do anything to harm the baby, intentionally or not. It was his son, his child, the proof that he essentially won any bets placed against him back when he was just 'the demon boy'.

Proof that Jinchuriki didn't have to suffer and live short loveless lives.

Proof that shinobi didn't have to fight needlessly in spite of the future, but that they needed to fight to protect it.

Proof that demigods could hope for better lives.

Proof that legends could have that happy ending.

Proof that life was well worth living despite the short time given.

That last thought gave the Nanadaime an idea that made his smile spread across his face.

"Hey," his voice was soft and his smile was mischievous, when Reyna looked at him. "What do you say we get out of here, pick up Boruto from school, and go home?"

"Don't you have things to do?" She asked, scrutinizing him with a look that would've made him rethink his plan any other day.

Not today.

"Kage Bunshin." He refuted. Reyna opened her mouth, closed it, and then gave him another wry smile.

"I really wish you weren't Greek."

Naruto grinned. His wife said that only when she was feeling really affectionate. He planted another soft kiss on her lips and, before he swept her off her feet to begin the rapid roof-hop to his son's preschool, he whispered in her ear.

"I love you, too, dear."

AN: Wow, yeah, so...Hello readers. Sorry about the long absence. March is...has been, still is...whatever; I have been paying attention to the Mass Effect Series. ...And enjoying the Irish month. Really, really enjoying the Irish month. So yeah, sorry about that, by next month we get back to the stories many of you started with (*coughFilsdel'AmourcoughSunsHeirDeathsGuardiancough*).

And that reading I started for RWBY? That'll be updated shortly. Like, damn, that's a long chapter.

So yeah, there it is. Missed you guys, really, I did, but now y'all know what to do.

REVIEW!