Chapter 4: The Honeymoon Another Claiming

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Summary:

Percy and Artemis finally get some time alone for their honeymoon—on a private celestial island crafted by Nyx and Ananke themselves. Peaceful, romantic, and far from prying eyes.

Except… the gods are nosy.

And when a few cocky deities (cough Hermes cough) make the mistake of commenting on their relationship, Artemis decides to shut them up in the most Artemis way possible.

By biting Percy. Again. In front of everyone.

Safe to say, no one questioned their relationship after that.

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Story:

The honeymoon was meant to be private.

Ananke and Nyx had personally crafted an ethereal paradise—a floating island surrounded by endless twilight, where the ocean shimmered with galaxies, and the stars above reflected on the calm waters like a dream.

There were no distractions. No Olympians. No responsibilities.

Just Percy and Artemis, finally alone.

And it was perfect.

The nights were spent lying under the stars, limbs tangled together as they whispered about everything and nothing at all. Percy, ever the teasing troublemaker, would hum softly while tracing idle patterns along Artemis's skin, making her shiver despite herself.

(He was, after all, the Primordial of Music now. His voice alone could probably charm the stars into falling.)

And Artemis, ever the possessive huntress, had gotten very fond of pressing kisses to his throat, occasionally nipping at his pulse whenever he teased her too much.

(It shut him up real quick.)

But of course, peace on Olympus was temporary.

Because the moment they returned to the immortal plane, the Olympians immediately started talking.

Specifically, Hermes.

The God of Messengers, Mischief, and Meddling had made the grave mistake of joking, "So, Percy, how does it feel being a tamed sea prince now? Must be weird, right? Married to the one goddess who swore off men?"

A few minor gods snickered. Dionysus muttered something under his breath about "needing popcorn for this trainwreck." Even Ares, of all gods, looked interested in the incoming bloodbath.

And Percy?

Percy had opened his mouth, probably to fire back with something ridiculously smug—because of course he would—

But Artemis moved first.

Before he could say anything, she smirked, tilted her head slightly, and then, in front of everyone, bit Percy's shoulder.

Hard.

A very visible mark formed almost instantly—a shimmering silver imprint of her teeth, glowing faintly against his skin.

The silence was deafening.

Even Zeus, who had probably been about to throw a fit, simply froze.

Hermes, wisely, shut up.

Apollo? Choked on his own words.

Aphrodite? Looked way too pleased with the entire situation.

And Percy?

The idiot had the audacity to smirk. "Aww, Arty, you do love me."

Artemis huffed, not even bothering to deny it. "Of course I do, you idiot."

That really made the gods freeze.

Because Artemis—the untouchable, independent, man-hating Huntress—had just casually admitted she loved someone.

And that someone was Percy Jackson.

The absolute madman.

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Afterwords:

And there it is! The honeymoon and another public claiming:

Private island getaway? Ruined by nosy gods.

Hermes? Traumatized.

Percy? Loving his life.

Artemis? Publicly possessive. Zero shame.

Zeus? Processing his life choices.

Apollo? Crying (again).

Aphrodite? Taking notes for her next romance novel.

Should I write the wedding night next, or skip to the first divine argument between Percy and Zeus?