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In the mortal realm, it was a peaceful day, but on Olympus in a meeting with the gods, it was the opposite, Poseidon, he created a child with his very own essence carelessly, that isn't such a problem, but the actual problem is, that the new born god is in the mortal realm and could perhaps be destroying things there.
„Poseidon! What do you mean you have no clue where the godling is!?" Zeus roared, his thunderous voice echoing through the grand hall of Olympus. The other gods and goddesses shifted uncomfortably in their thrones, casting sidelong glances at the sea god, who looked sheepishly at his brother.
„Father, we don't have to worry that much, it's Uncle P's child, it's probably another monster, if it is in the mortal realm we would be easily finding it." Apollo said with a smug smile, stroking his golden locks. Artemis rolled her eyes at her brother's nonchalance.
Zeus slammed his fist on the table, causing lightning to crackle around his knuckles. "This is no time for jokes, Apollo! The balance between the realms is at stake! We need to find this... 'godling' before it causes havoc!"
„But since it isn't such a problem for you to find that godling, you will be the one searching for him." Zeus said, his gaze piercing through Apollo's smugness.
Apollo's smile faltered, but he recovered quickly. "Of course, Father. I shall not fail in this task." He stood up, his confidence restored.
Hermes, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up. "I'll go with him. The mortal realm is vast, and we'll need swiftness and cunning to locate Uncle P's... offspring." His eyes twinkled mischievously at the thought of the adventure ahead.
Zeus nodded in approval. "Good. The two of you, leave at once." outside it dramatically thundered, Zeus always had to make things more dramatic than it actually is.
Meanwhile in the mortal Realm, the young godling awoke with a start, his sea-green eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings. He was lying naked on a soft patch of grass by the edge of a bustling city, his black wavy hair sticking to his forehead with dew. His skin was kissed by the sun, giving him a natural glow that set him apart from the mortals. He sat up, feeling a strange power coursing through his veins, and took in the sights and sounds of the world around him. The smell of saltwater from the distant sea filled his nostrils, and the feel of the breeze against his skin was both foreign and comforting.
As he tried to stand, his legs wobbled, unaccustomed to the weight of his form. He took a deep breath and focused, willing his body to stabilize. The ground beneath him rumbled slightly, as if he commanded it. He looked down at his hands, marveling at the fine tremor that seemed to resonate through the very earth. "What am I?" he murmured to himself, his voice carrying a hint of wonder and confusion.
The mortals nearby stopped in their tracks, their heads swiveling to the source of the disturbance. They stared at him, a mix of awe and fear etched on their faces. He looked at them with curiosity, his perfect physique standing out starkly against the backdrop of the city. His beauty was almost unearthly, and the raspberry tint of his lips made them question if they were dreaming. Not to mention he was naked.
A group of young women giggled as they tried to cover their eyes, while the men couldn't help but sneak glances at the godling's toned body.
One brave soul, a young fisherman named Antaeus, approached him, his eyes widening in astonishment. "By the gods, you must be one of them," he stuttered, dropping to his knees in reverence. The crowd looked at the man in confusion before they understood why he was on his knees, this man in front of them, was a God.
The godling looked down at Antaeus, his expression a mix of curiosity, for some reason when the man was on his knee's he felt powerful, like he owned him, but he also felt a strange kinship with him. He had never felt this way before, but he knew he was different from these people. He took a step forward, and the crowd gasped as the earth beneath his feet trembled slightly. He extended a hand to help Antaeus stand, a gesture that seemed to calm the gathering mortals.
Antaeus took the offered hand, his touch sending a spark of recognition through the godling's body. He stared into the sea-green eyes and whispered, "What is your name, oh great one?"
„I do not know, do you perhaps know what I am?" the godling asked Antaeus, his voice as smooth as the waves that caressed the shore. The fisherman could feel the power emanating from the young deity, his heart racing in his chest.
„You're a god, my lord." Antaeus said with a tremble in his voice, his eyes still locked onto the godling's piercing gaze. The word god resonated within the young godling, like a distant echo of something forgotten. The crowd around them had grown larger now, whispers of 'god' and 'miracle' spreading like wildfire through the throng of people.
The godling looked around, taking in the cityscape, the white marble buildings gleaming under the bright sun, the clank of metal and smell of cooking meat from the marketplace, and the sound of children playing in the distance.
The crowd grew bolder, reaching out to touch the godling's skin, feeling the power thrumming beneath the surface. They whispered prayers and offered him gifts of fruit and fish, hoping for a blessing or a sign. The godling felt a sense of responsibility towards them, despite his own confusion. He knew he could not stay here, not like this, not without answers.
Apollo appeared, he looked around, he felt the essence of a God here, here he saw a crowd, and he immediately knew it was one of Poseidon's Monster kids. The mortals who saw him made way for him and kneeled, they were all used to gods appearing out of nowhere, but this one was different, he was looking for something, or rather someone.
The moment his eyes fell upon the godling, his jaw dropped. The young man standing there was not the grotesque creature he had been expecting; instead, he was the epitome of beauty and grace. The black wavy hair, the sea green eyes, the tan skin, and the raspberry tinted lips, it was as if someone had sculpted the very essence of perfection and brought it to life. The mortals around were in awe, and so was Apollo. He had never seen a creature, let alone a godling, that was so... humanly flawless.
The godling looked at him with a mix of curiosity and caution, the same curiosity that was reflected in the eyes of the mortals. Apollo felt a strange tug in his chest, a feeling that was alien to him. This creature was not just a thing to be captured and returned to Olympus; he was a being that sparked something within him, something that he could not quite put his finger on.
He cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving the godling's perfect form. "Young one," he began, his voice as smooth as the strings of his lyre, "I am Apollo, the god of the sun, music, poetry, and prophecy. And you," he paused, "you are a... a marvel."
The Godling tilted his head in confusion, „What is a Marvel?" he asked, his voice as gentle as the waves that calmed after a storm. Apollo took a step closer, his eyes tracing the godling's features, his mind racing. He had expected a creature of chaos and destruction, something monstrous born from Poseidon's carelessness, but what stood before him was a vision of divine beauty.
"Marvel, young one, is something that is so wonderful it seems almost unbelievable," Apollo replied, his voice still filled with awe. "You look nothing like the monsters Uncle Poseidon usually sires. You are... stunning." Apollo's eyes wandered down the Godling's naked body, taking in every detail, and for a moment, he felt a pang of desire that was almost as surprising as the godling's unexpected appearance. „And your form, is... utterly... divine," Apollo stuttered, his cheeks flushing a shade of rose that even Aphrodite would envy.
The godling studied Apollo, noticing the god's reaction with a hint of curiosity. "Am I not supposed to look like this?" he asked, his voice as smooth as the sea.
Apollo took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "No, no," he assured quickly, "it's just... you're not what we expected. You're... " He trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the perfection that stood before him. Hermes, who had been quietly observing from the shadows, stepped into the light, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Apollo, you look like you've seen a nymph without her leaves," Hermes quipped, a smirk playing on his lips. The godling's head snapped to the newcomer, his curiosity piqued. Hermes winked at him, his messenger's hat tilting to one side. "Don't worry, young godling, we're here to help you find your way."
The godling's eyes narrowed slightly, "Who are you?"
Hermes stepped forward, his winged sandals leaving no prints on the soft earth. "I am Hermes, the messenger of the gods and more." He said with a playful smirk, "And Apollo here is just speechless because you don't look like one of Uncle Poseidon's usual... 'masterpieces'." The godling looked between the two, his gaze lingering on Apollo, who was still visibly flustered.
The young godling felt a strange sensation in his chest, something akin to amusement at the sun god's expense. "You thought I would be... less appealing?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Apollo's cheeks grew even redder, and he stumbled over his words, "N-no, I just meant, we didn't expect... someone like you. Poseidon's children are usually... different."
The godling took a step closer to Apollo, his eyes searching the sun god's face for any sign of deceit. He could feel the power of the sun in Apollo's presence, but there was something else, something warm and inviting that drew him in. "What is it that you want from me?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate within Apollo's very soul.
„You" Apollo accidentally said out loud, he quickly corrected himself, "I mean, we need to bring you to Olympus, young one, so that Zeus can... assess the situation." He felt his heart skip a beat as the godling took another step closer, the scent of the sea and fresh earth mingling with the sweetness of the fruit and flowers offered by the mortals.
„What is that?" The Godling pointed at the clothes Apollo was wearing, touching them, his curiosity unabated.
Apollo's heart skipped a beat as the godling's finger grazed his chest, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He quickly regained his composure, though the warmth lingered on his skin. "Clothes," he explained, "we use them to cover our bodies."
The godling looked down at his own nakedness and then back at Apollo with a hint of understanding. "Ah," he murmured, "like a second skin."
Apollo nodded, his gaze lingering on the godling's bare form for a moment too long. Hermes cleared his throat, bringing him back to reality. "Perhaps we should get him something to wear," he suggested with a knowing smile.
The godling looked at the clothing Apollo offered, made from the finest silk and gold thread, intricately woven to resemble the waves of the sea. His eyes lit up with excitement as he took the garments, feeling the softness against his skin. „How do I wear this?" he asked and looked at Apollo, „Can you help me with this?" His voice was a gentle caress that seemed to stroke Apollo's ego, making him feel more alive than he had in centuries.
Apollo stepped closer, his breath hitching as the godling's fingers brushed against his own. He helped the young godling slip into the garments, his eyes never leaving the perfect lines of his body. The way the fabric clung to the godling's form made his heart race, and he had to force himself to remember his duty. As he fastened the last clasp, his fingers lingered for a moment too long, feeling the warmth and power beneath the surface.
The godling looked up at him, sea-green eyes searching his own, and Apollo felt a jolt of something he hadn't felt in eons—love. His thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and longing. How could he, the god of prophecy, not have seen this coming?
With trembling hands, Apollo stepped back, giving the godling space. "You must come with us," he managed to say, his voice thick with unspoken emotion. "Zeus will explain everything."
The godling looked at Apollo, his gaze searching, and then nodded. "I will come with you," he said, his voice filled with trust that Apollo wasn't sure he deserved. As they began to walk away from the crowd, the mortals whispers grew softer, their eyes still on the new god in their midst.
He held the Godling's hand as they disappeared and appeared in Olympus, in the meeting room they once were. The Godling was behind Hermes and Apollo, The Gods and Godesses were curious at how the Godling looked like.
„Son, show yourself to me." Poseidon's voice was gentle something unusual for the god of the sea. When the Godling appeared, everyone in the room was awe struck, their eyes wide with wonder and a hint of envy. They had never seen such beauty except Aphrodite. The godling's skin glowed with the light of a thousand sunsets, his hair as dark and mysterious as the deepest ocean trenches, and his eyes... those eyes that seemed to hold the very essence of the sea.
The godling stepped forward, the room falling silent as the fabric of Apollo's creation whispered against the marble floor. The gods and goddesses couldn't help but stare, their gazes lingering on the curves and planes of his body, the way the light played with the shadows of his muscles. It was as if a sculpture had come to life, so perfect that it was almost unsettling.
„Are you my Father?" The Godling asked Poseidon, his voice as calming as the gentle waves lapping the shore. Poseidon nodded, „I am indeed your Father."
„What is my name?" The godling inquired, his gaze moving from face to face, looking for recognition or understanding. Poseidon took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and love. "Your name, my son, is going to be Perseus."
The room erupted into murmurs, the name rolling off the tongues of the gods like a melodious wave. Perseus looked at his father, feeling the weight of his new identity. It was a name that carried with it a sense of destiny, a name that seemed to fit him perfectly.
„What kind of god am I?" he asked, and right on cue, the Morai's appeared, „We will be answering that question, Young Godling." One of the three fates spoke, the one that held the string of life, her voice was as cold as the northern winds.
„Your domain's are, Sea Monsters, liquid, rip tides, destruction and poison." The fate holding the string of life spoke.
Poseidon looked at his son proudly, while Zeus and the other's were frozen in their place, „I guess we are getting a new Olympian?" Dionysus said, breaking the silence, he was always the one to lighten the mood. The godling looked around the room, the weight of their gazes on him, making him feel both exposed and powerful.
„Did I do something wrong or why am I being stared at this much?" Perseus asked, his voice as soothing as the gentle whispers of the sea breeze. The gods and goddesses shifted in their seats, their eyes unable to leave him.
Athena, the goddess of wisdom, spoke up, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Your beauty, young Perseus, is not something we see every day, even among us gods, to think old seaweed brain created you with his essence is unimaginable." Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary, and even the stoic Hera couldn't help but look at him with a fond expression, he was so much like a newborn baby it was cute.
„Stop staring at my son, it's making him uncomfortable." Poseidon's voice boomed through the room, his trident pointed at the gods and goddesses, effectively ending their ogling. The room grew tense, everyone quickly averted their eyes from Perseus, except for Apollo, who couldn't help but sneak glances at him.
Zeus looked at Perseus before sighing, „He shall be the 13th Olympian." The room was in shock, except for Poseidon who had a smug look on his face.
„I will take you to Atlantis son, you will meet your family there." Poseidon said with a proud smile on his face, the same smile that could calm the angriest of waves. He looked at his son, who was still trying to process the sudden turn of events, and knew that he had to be careful with him.
„Family? Okay!" Perseus said excitedly, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of belonging somewhere, of knowing where he came from.
Poseidon held his son's hand and then appeared in Atlantis, „Wife, Son, Daughters! Come to me, I have something." The sea god called out, his voice echoing through the grand corridors of their palace. That shocked Perseus, causing him to hide behind Poseidon.
The Queen of the sea, Amphitrite his wife appeared and so did his children, Triton, the prince of the Sea, Kymopoleia and Rhode, the princesses of the Sea. „What is it that you have, Father?" Triton asked with an eyebrow raised.
„I created a child with my essence by accident, but meet your new family member, Perseus." Poseidon said, but Perseus didn't come forth, Amphitrite sighed, all of her Husband's children were like this at first, because of how they looked like, they were Monsters, but she for a fact did not care, she had to assure the boy that, „Don't worry, Perseus, you can come out, I will be your mother from now on, my name is Amphitrite."
When Perseus appeared from behind Poseidon, the siblings gawked at him, their eyes wide with shock and curiosity. Triton, a god with two fish tails instead of legs, stared in awe at his new brother's mortal form. Kymopoleia and Rhode, with their flowing hair and delicate features, looked more like the goddesses of the sea than their monstrous half-siblings. Yet, they shared the same sea-green eyes and the same power that coursed through their veins.
Amphitrite stepped forward, her graceful movements like that of a dolphin gliding through water. She took Perseus's hand in hers, her touch warm and maternal. "Welcome, my son," she said, her voice a soothing melody that echoed through the vast chamber. "You are home now, in the embrace of the sea."
„Mom?" Perseus whispered, his voice filled with uncertainty as he looked at Amphitrite. Her gentle smile was the only reassurance he needed.
The siblings exchanged awkward glances, not sure how to react to this sudden addition to their family. Triton, stepped forward, extending a hand that ended in a fin. "Welcome, brother," he said gruffly, trying to hide his amazement. "I'm Triton. I'm sure you'll fit in here."
Perseus took his brother's fin, the gesture feeling both strange and natural. "Thank you," he replied, his voice still smooth and gentle. He glanced around the grand hall of the Atlantis palace, his eyes wide with wonder at the opulence that surrounded him. The walls were adorned with coral, seashells and pearls, the floor a mosaic of oceanic life, and the ceiling, a vast expanse of clear crystal that allowed the sea to be seen above them.
Apollo who was on Olympus was talking with his Sister, Artemis about how beautiful the new God, Perseus was.
"He's not just beautiful, Apollo," Artemis said, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "He's a walking natural disaster waiting to happen with those powers."
„Yes, but, he is so... innocent, and..." Apollo trailed off, his eyes distant as he thought of Perseus' gentle touch. Artemis raised an eyebrow at her brother's uncharacteristic speechlessness.
"Innocent?" she repeated, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You're not thinking of... "
"Artemis!" Apollo snapped, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "It's not like that!" But even as he said it, he couldn't deny the attraction that had flared within him.
Artemis' smile grew wider, her mischievous nature evident in her tone. "Isn't it, Apollo? I've never seen you so... flustered over a mere godling."
Apollo rolled his eyes, trying to play off his feelings as nothing more than curiosity. "I'm just surprised, that's all. Uncle Poseidon's offspring are usually... "
"Monstrous?" Artemis suggested, her laughter filling the air.
"Well, yes," Apollo admitted, feeling his cheeks burn even more. "But Perseus is... different."
"Indeed he is," Artemis said, her eyes gleaming with something other than mirth. "But remember, brother, the Fates have spoken. He is a god of destruction as much as he is a beauty."
Apollo sighed, her words echoing in his mind as he watched the mortals below, going about their lives in blissful ignorance of the divine drama unfolding above them.
„Do you think uncle poseidon would let me take him as my Lover?" Apollo asked Artemis, unable to keep the longing out of his voice. Artemis chuckled, her bow slung over her shoulder, her silver arrows gleaming in the light.
„Sorry to say this but I doubt that. His son is newborn, he won't let you take him as your Lover and knowing the History of your Lover's he will definitely not let you take him as your Lover." Artemis said, her eyes twinkling with amusement at her brother's infatuation.
Apollo sighed, his heart feeling a pang of disappointment. He knew his sister was right, but the thought of Perseus, the innocent and beautiful godling, being lost to him was almost unbearable. "I suppose you're right," he murmured, his gaze drifting back to the mortal realm. „But, I am already head over heels deeply in love with him."
„You fell in love so fast, and then get your heart broken." Artemis said, her eyes never leaving her brother's face. Apollo shot her a glare, but she just smirked back at him.
Their banter was cut short as Hermes appeared beside them, a knowing look in his eyes. "Perseus is already stirring up quite the commotion in Atlantis, And," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "The mortals are talking about him, they even started making temples, and the city where he appeared at was named Persé, it's like a nickname from his actual name, Perseus."
„They should at least do that, he is a god, he should have temples, and he did appear in that city so the city being named after him is reasonable." Apollo said, his eyes still on the mortal realm, his mind racing with thoughts of Perseus.
„You're in Love, once again." Hermes said with a smirk, watching Apollo's gaze, which was still fixed on the mortal realm.
Apollo turned to Hermes with a glare, "What makes you say that?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Hermes chuckled, "Oh, come on, Apollo. It's written all over your face. Every time you mention him, you practically glow brighter than the sun, even if you are the god of the sun." He poked Apollo's side, grinning at his brother's flustered expression.
The godling, now named Perseus, had quickly become the talk of the realms, both mortal and divine. His beauty was not just a whisper but a siren's song that resonated through the hearts of gods and mortals alike. The whispers grew louder, the adoration more fervent, and the temples in his name began to sprout up like coral reefs in the sea. But amidst the worship and reverence, Perseus remained curious and innocent, seeking to understand his place in the grand tapestry of existence.
„We need statues! Crave statues!" Amphitrite exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Poseidon nodded, his own pride swelling at the thought of his son being worshiped even if this was normal.
„Pose like that, Yes!" Amphitrite said pointing at a statue of Perseus that was being crafted, the sculptor a nymph from the sea, her hands moving swiftly with the grace of the sea. Perseus was standing with one hand on his hip and the other pointing at the sky, his hair billowing in the non-existent wind of the palace. He felt awkward, but he knew his mother was happy so he did it.
He did more poses, one was laying on his side, it showed his beautiful curves and abs, another was standing with his hand holding a trident, looking fierce but his face remained gentle, and the last one was him sitting on a throne, looking out into the distance with a sense of calm and authority. The sculptor nodded, her hands moving even faster, capturing every detail of Perseus' divine form.
After they were done, the sculptures were in all of the temples of Perseus.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and as time passed, Perseus grew more accustomed to his new life in Atlantis. He learned to control his powers, the liquids bending to his will, the monsters of the deep recognizing him as their master. His siblings grew even more fond of him.
„Play with me!" Perseus said swimming and then standing in front of triton, a big smile on his face, his sea-green eyes sparkling with excitement. Triton couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's enthusiasm.
They played in the sea, Perseus using his newfound powers to create whirlpools and wave patterns while Triton showed off his speed and agility. Perseus watched in amazement as Triton swam circles around him, his fish tail moving so fast it was a blur.
„Amazing!" Perseus exclaimed as he watched Triton effortlessly navigate the water. He felt a pang of envy, wishing he could move with such grace and speed. His curiosity piqued, he approached his brother, his eyes alight with excitement. "Teach me, Tri! How do you swim like that?"
Triton grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "You're the one with all the powers, Perseus. But I'll show you a thing or two." He took Perseus' hand and led him into the depths of the sea, the pressure increasing as they descended. The sea was a world of wonders, filled with vibrant colors and creatures that defied imagination.
Perseus felt the coolness of the water embrace him, and as they swam, he marveled at the way the light played with the particles around them, creating a dazzling display. His siblings had grown accustomed to their divine heritage, but for him, every moment was a new discovery.
The sea creatures that once seemed so fearsome now approached him with curiosity and even affection. The dolphins frolicked around him, and the great Kraken that guarded the palace gates offered a tentacle in greeting. The world beneath the waves was vast and mysterious, but with every stroke of his arms and kick of his legs, Perseus grew more comfortable in his domain.
As they swam, Triton spoke of the responsibilities that came with being a god of the sea. "You must learn to balance the power you wield, Perseus. The sea can be both a gentle lover and a fierce enemy."
„Okay, I will learn how to do that!" Perseus said with a determined look on his face. Triton nodded, proud of his brother's willingness to learn.
The months passed by, and Perseus grew stronger and more adept at controlling his powers. His beauty was not just confined to the mortal realm but was in the divine realms as well.
Years passed by, he wasn't new to things anymore, he had great control over his powers, mortals were worshipping him even more than they did before, and the love Apollo had for him grew stronger by the day. Even though Apollo knew he wouldn't have have a chance with him with how protective his Uncle is, he couldn't help but visit the mortal realm often to go in his temples and look at his breath taking statues.
He met Perseus again, he looked at him and smiled, that smile could've even outshine him. Apollo felt his heart race as Perseus came up to him. „Hello Apollo! How are you?" Perseus asked, his eyes sparkling with innocence that he had when he was a newborn God.
Apollo took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I'm well, Perseus," he replied, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within him.
„Please call me Percy, I like it when my Family or friends call me that." Perseus said with a gentle smile, his eyes never leaving Apollo's. Apollo felt his heart skip a beat, the way Perseus said that word "Friends" hit him differently.
"Percy," Apollo repeated, testing the name on his tongue. It felt right, like it was meant to be. „Alright, I will be calling you Percy."
Percy smiled at him happily, that smile made Apollo want to draw it repeatedly.
„Do you want to play with me?" Percy asked Apollo, his eyes filled with the excitement of a child. Apollo couldn't resist that smile and nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. They played games that gods play, games that could cause a mortal to faint with excitement. They played tag you it on the clouds, they played with the stars, rearranging the constellations to their liking, much to the amazement of the mortals below.
„I enjoyed playing with you, I want to play with you again tomorrow!" Percy said with a bright smile.
Apollo felt his heart melt at that smile, "I would love to, Percy," he replied, his voice filled with genuine warmth.
Apollo and Percy started to hang out more, Artemis told him that if they hung up more it wouldn't be good for his heart, but Apollo couldn't stop, he loved Percy. Hermes told him to finally confess his love because it was pitiful seeing how Apollo was so in love with Percy and he hasn't confessed yet, Apollo said he was scared to get rejected, his brother just pulled a „No pain no gain." and that he and Artemis would forever tease him for his big fat crush on Percy if he didn't confess to him, Apollo didn't want that so he decided to confess.
Apollo took Percy to a secluded beach, the sun dipping low in the horizon, casting a warm embrace of oranges and pinks across the sky. The sea mirrored the spectacle, its surface a canvas of rippling gold and crimson.
„Wow, this view is mesmerizing!" Percy said, his eyes wide with wonder as they looked out over the horizon, where the sun kissed the sea, leaving a trail of fiery colors in its wake.
Apollo looked at him, his heart racing, "It's nothing compared to you," he said softly, his eyes never leaving Percy's.
„H..huh? W-what did you say" Percy stuttered, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink, his heart racing as he looked at Apollo, unsure of what he heard.
Apollo took a deep breath, "Percy, I know this is sudden, but I've been feeling this way for a long time, and I can't hold it in anymore. I've fallen in love with you." He confessed, his voice as soft as the whispers of the sea breeze.
Percy's eyes widened, the colors of the sunset reflected in his sea-green eyes. He was speechless for a moment, the revelation washing over him like a gentle wave. "Apollo," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what to say."
Apollo looked down, he thought he was rejected, Percy noticed that and kissed him, now it was the sea that kissed the sun.
Apollo's eyes widened in surprise as Percy's lips met his own, the warmth and sweetness of the kiss spreading through him like a wildfire. He felt his cheeks burn with a blush that matched the fiery colors of the setting sun. The moment was so unexpected, so perfect, that he couldn't believe it was happening. The taste of Percy's lips was like nothing he had ever experienced, surpassing even the sweetness of ambrosia, the divine food of the gods.
They stopped kissing, Percy was blushing, the blush reaching his neck and Apollo just couldn't stop looking at him. He felt like he was seeing him for the first time again, but with more love and affection than ever before. The sun god's heart was racing faster than his chariot ever had.
„I, I love you too...but, I, I never really thought you felt the same for me, I'm happy that you do." Percy stuttered, his heart beating. Apollo's eyes searched Percy's, looking for any sign of doubt, but all he saw was the same love and innocence that had captivated him since the first time they met.
The shock on Apollo's face was clear as crystal waters, his cheeks still tinged with a blush that hadn't faded since their first kiss. He reached out, cupping Percy's cheek with a trembling hand. "How could you not know?" he breathed, his voice filled with wonder. "Your beauty, your kindness, your very essence calls to me like a siren's song."
„Now you're causing me to blush more..." Percy said with a chuckle, his cheeks still a deep shade of red. Apollo couldn't help but lean in and kiss him again, his heart singing with joy, the sweet taste of their union still lingering on his lips.
When Poseidon heard that his beloved son was dating Apollo he couldn't accept it, Apollo was highly known for his tragic relationships, he didn't want his son to be another one of Apollo's tragic relationships.
„BUT DAD! I LOVE HIM!" Percy yelled, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. Poseidon's face grew darker, his eyes stormy like the ocean during a rage.
„No, anyone, you can date anyone, but Apollo!" Poseidon's voice boomed through the halls of Atlantis, his fury resonating through the very foundations of the city.
Percy was starting to cry now, his eyes filled with confusion and pain, "But why? He is a good God and I love him!" He pleaded with his father, his voice trembling with emotion.
Apollo watched the scene unfold, his heart breaking into a million pieces. He knew he had to step in, to fight for their love, even if it meant going against the will of the gods. "Poseidon," he began, his voice firm and steady. "You can't dictate who your son loves. Love is not something to be controlled, neither is the sea."
Poseidon's eyes narrowed, his grip on his trident tightening. „Dad, please.." Percy cried, his voice trembling with fear and love. The sound of his son's sobs was like a knife to Poseidon's heart, a heart that had seen the depths of the ocean and felt the wrath of its mightiest storms. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the effort to contain his emotions.
Finally, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the sea, Poseidon spoke. "Fine," he said, his voice gruff. "You may date Apollo, but know this: if he breaks your heart, I will not hold back the fury of the ocean. He will feel the wrath of every wave and the crushing depths of my displeasure."
Percy's sobs quieted to hiccups as he looked up at his father, hope shimmering in his eyes. "Thank you, Das," he whispered, his voice tremulous.
„I will never break his heart." Apollo said with so much conviction in his voice that even the ocean itself seemed to calm down.
Percy looked up at Apollo, „Dad approves of you now!" He said with a sniffle, his eyes red from crying. Apollo felt his heart swell with love and relief, but also fear at the weight of Poseidon's words.
When Apollo went back to Olympus, Hermes looked smug at him, „What did I say? Confess to him!" He said, nudging Apollo with his elbow.
Apollo couldn't help but laugh, despite the gravity of the situation. "You were right, Hermes," he admitted, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Percy loves me too."
„I'm happy for you brother." Artemis said, giving Apollo a pat on the back. Apollo nodded, his heart still racing from the confrontation with Poseidon.
And not years later, Percy and Apollo married to each other, Poseidon was having mixed feelings, so were everyone in Percy's family, they were happy for him and sad that he was growing up so fast. Hera blessed their marriage and 3 years later they decided to have a child, the child was created, with both Apollo's and Percy's essence, Percy and him were expecting one child but they had twins, a male one and a female one, at that Percy laughed, Apollo was being flustered by Percy, and the names they decided on were Helena for the girl and for the boy Thanasis.
Helena was the Goddess of light, self care and combat medicine.
Thanasis was the God of Fissures, hurricanes and rip currents.