A/N 90 reviews, rather than 80! We made it, folks! I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed, favourited, followed and read this story; the support has been fantastic! Now, the next two chapters celebrates some major Solangelo, so if you don't like that ship, I'm sorry. Worst comes to worst, just mentally edit your OTP into the chapter, be it Percabeth, Caleo, Jiper, Frazel... A big thanks to both Half-blood DNA and purplicouspolkadot. Their idea was rather great, but will be more featured in the second part of the Solangelo section.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events or settings from PJO.

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It was another (boring) godly meeting in Olympus. Therefore, not Apollo's fault. Things were almost done, and he couldn't help but hear Aphrodite squeal. And of course he perked up when she started yelling about Solangelo. (It may or may not be his OTP. He didn't expect his golden little Will and Death Breath's kid to fall in love, but hey, it was kinda cute. And just think about all of the juxtaposition opportunities. Light and darkness. Sun and night. Gold and-)

"THEY JUST KISSED OH MY GODS THEY KISSED SHRIEEEEEEK!"

The other gods subconsciously looked at Hades and Apollo. Hades had a dangerous look on his face. (On the inside, the god of the underworld was smiling and throwing rainbow confetti. Solangelo was most certainly his OTP. On the other hand, he was going into overprotective I-will-smite-you-and-send-you-to-Tartarus-without-a-liver mode concerning his least favorite and sunniest's nephew's son. He figured channelling that face was much more expected from the god of the dead.)

Apollo, on the other hand, had already whipped out his Solangelo fangirl shirt and was waving it like a flag.

"I have an announcement," the god said, smiling cheerfully. "To mark this joyous occasion, I have composed a haik-"

"NO!"

"NON!"

"¡NO!"

"нет"

Everyone turned to Demeter. She blinked. "What? Is there a problem with my russian?

Apollo coughed, unhappy to have the spotlight stolen from him. He stood up majestically, oblivious as everyone plugged their ears or attempted to escape.

"Solangelo, yes,

It may be my OTP.

I ship it so hard."

Athena was the first to recover. "Is that the first haiku you've ever written that doesn't center around yourself?" she mused.

Apollo paused. "Well that just won't do," he decided, ignoring the groans and grabbing of ear plugs.

"I am quite awesome,

Forever blessed and fabu.

Like Solangelo."

Aphrodite sighed dreamily. "They're, like, the new Percabeth." She squealed. "Oh. My. Gods. In, like, seven years, I'm going to get to plan their wedding."

Demeter shrieked. "And I'll arrange the flowers, some nice white roses and, oh, petunias and-"

"I'll orchestrate the wedding, duh, you know, being goddess of marriage and all-" Hera added.

Ares coughed. "And if anyone decides they have a reason Solangelo shouldn't be married, then well, I'll beat the punk to pulp-"

"I'm thinking a beach wedding. Nice Caribbean sand, gentle waves, nice sunset-" Poseidon mused.

"And I'm head of the clothing department, darlings." Aphrodite stated. 'Dark blue tuxes would look so sharp, maybe some empire waist dresses in nice white lace,-"

"I'm doing music and speeches, of course," Apollo decided. "A collection of haikus to commemorate their Solangelo feels throughout the years and-"

"STOP!" Hades demanded, holding his head as it throbbed. "What makes you think I'd even give Apollo's child permission to marry Nico?"

Everyone blinked.

"Unless," he began, "He completed a task. "Which, frankly, I doubt he'd be able to accomplish."

Apollo's eye twitched. (Athena resumed reading a book.)

"You know, being a sunny little medic and all."

Apollo's foot twitched. (Hermes hastily put back on his sound-blocking earbuds.)

"What does my son even see in him?"

Apollo's entire being twitched and began to shout.

"THAT'S IT! MY SON IS PERFECTLY CAPABLE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! At least he doesn't brood!"

Hades' eye twitched. (Zeus channelled his being into Jupiter, who was currently playing in a toy store in San Francisco.)

"And if he doesn't feel 'accepted,' at least he doesn't throw an angst-ridden temper tantrum!"

Hades' foot twitched. (Artemis notched her bow with an arrow to prevent the upcoming catastrophe)

"And, at least he doesn't have an obsession with McDonald's Happy Meals."

Hades shrieked. stood up indignantly and started yelling. "Oh no you didn't!"

Apollo stood up and proceeded to glare at the god. "Oh yes I did!"

"You know what, inferior nephew of mine," Hades decided. "I'm not sure I can let Nico continue to date your spawn."

Apollo huffed. "I agree, socially incompetent uncle of mine," he said. "Will is simply too precious for your son. Why don't you let him chase after Poseidon's kid again?"

"Don't bring me into this," Poseidon whispered, covering his face with his lucky fishing hat as two glares greeted him. "I'm just gonna leave now," he said, and turned into a fish.

Hades didn't bat an eye, and started bickering with Apollo. "Your son is oblivious."

"Your son is stubborn."

"Needlessly happy."

"Needlessly brooding."

"Needlessly cheerful."

"Needlessly angsty."

"Needlessly positive."

"Needlessly-"

"SHUT. UP," a feminine voice screeched by the fire, and the two gods turned to look at the one deity who's glare actually sent shivers down their spines.

"Honestly," Hestia said. "I leave to go shopping for fifteen minutes and you're ready to destroy my OTP." The two gods shrank back. "Do you care so little for your children's happiness?"

Hades and Apollo shared a sheepish look, prompting a snort from Athena.

"Darling," Hestia said in a sickly-sweet as she turned to face her. "Don't make me remind you of the list of three-hundred and seven reasons you sent to your daughter regarding why she shouldn't date Percy." Athena coughed, and continued to concentrate on her book.

Hades raised his hand meekly. "Erm, Hestia," he began as she nodded at him to continue. "I'm afraid I was only attempting to follow tradition."

Hestia raised an eyebrow. "Tradition?"

"Well, you see, whenever someone wants something from me, they need to complete a (practically) impossible task."

Hestia narrowed her eyes. Hades shivered.

"Well, think of Orpheus. If he wanted... what was her name..."

"Eurydice," Athena chimed.

"Yes, the dead one, he needed to walk back to the land of the living without looking back. Really, there are examples all across the millenniums."

Hestia thought for a moment. "I say we let King Zeus decide. Zeus? Should Will Solace need to complete a (practically) impossible task for Hades in order to continue courting Nico?"

(Aphrodite sighed. "Courting? Courting? Who, like, even calls it that anymore?")

Everyone turned to Zeus, who greeted them with a blank stare. Hermes waved his hand in front of his face, which didn't prompt a reaction.

"Zeus?" Hestia asked. No reaction. "ZEUS!"

Zeus unfroze and started to scream in a high octave. "Oh my GODS. It... IT WAS THE ROMAN. THE CRAZY ONE! I WAS PLAYING WITH MR. ALLIGATOR AT THE TOY STORE AND HE DECAPITATED HIM!"

Zeus continued screaming, paying no mind to the sniggers of Hermes and Ares.

"ZEUS!" Hestia stormed, and the god fell silent. "Yes or no?"

Zeus looked confused. However, being the majestic deity he was, he wouldn't ask what question he was answering. "...Yes?"

"I WIIIIIIIIIN!" Hades yelled. "I GET TO CHOOSE A TASK-!"

"-That I must approve of," Hestia ended. At Hades fallen face, she sighed. "He has to have some chance at completing it."

"So what is it, Death Breath?" Apollo questioned, glaring daggers at his father (really, Dad, could you not pay attention once?).

Hades lounged carelessly in his throne. "Well," he drawled. "There is a skull ring I'm just dying to own. Apollo's spawn needs to retrieve it for me..."

Apollo motioned for him to continue.

"...Accompanied by a certain legacy of Apollo."

Several godly heads whipped up. "You don't mean..." "No way" "This is going to be hilarious."

Apollo's eye widened. "Not..."

"The roman," Hades said, a smug expression on his face. "I do feel I'm forgetting something. Oh yes, the store."

"Apollo, tell Will that he and Octavian will be fetching the ring from the jewelry store Pandora."

All Hades broke loose.

A/N I'm very sorry this chapter didn't feature much Octavian (slaughtering Zeus' stuffy aside.) Fear not, part two will have undivided attention on our least favorite legacy. Who noticed Hades' pun? It kinda just happened.

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