Pertemis One-Shots

16

Third PoV

A new prophecy had been delivered. Athena translated it to basically being that all single goddesses had to find a lover within the next month, or they would suffer a painful death from which they would never return.

Percy was kicking around on Olympus, not quite sure what he was doing there. The demigod was usually there to wait for his girlfriend, but she had accepted godhood. He saw a beautiful auburn-haired goddess fleeing some horny gods. The young hero drew Riptide, charging at the lustful immortals.

The demigod defeated them easily, capping his weapon and turning to the goddess. "Are you alright, M'Lady?" Percy bowed, realizing the goddess had silver eyes, and the only silver-eyed immortal was the goddess Artemis.

Artemis walked off to a secluded area without responding. Percy followed. "Hey, wait!" he called. "You're injured!"

Artemis whipped around and glared at Percy. "Stop following me, boy It's bad enough I have to deal with the prophecy, I don't need to be warding off more suitors!"

As the goddess lashed out, she stumbled, the injury starting to take a toll. Percy quickly stabled her and used his water abilities to heal her. Artemis shrugged off the demigod's hand, looking as though she wanted to say something, then decided against it.

A poorly thrown dagger flew out of nowhere, its hilt knocking the goddess unconscious. Percy caught her, using his demigod powers to teleport them to Artemis's bedroom. Percy laid her down on the bed, pulling the covers over her. The young demigod left a note then closed the door to her bedroom. As the door clicked shut, Percy heard a cough behind him.

The hero spun around to find Apollo grinning at him. "You'll be good for my sister, I expect."

Percy gulped. "Oh, no, you've completely misunderstood everything, Lord Apollo. I'm-we're not..." the demigod lost his words.

The god chuckled. "No? I can certainly tell you've got a thing for her, and you've not been turned to a jackalope yet. She must have some affinity toward you."

Percy blushed deeply, shaking his head vigorously.

Apollo smiled knowingly. "Go check on her now," the god said sternly.

Percy nodded and stepped back to the bedroom, where Artemis seemed to be sleeping. The young hero gulped and sat down at the far end of the room. The goddess got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, unaware of her visitor. She stepped out in a fresh set of clothes, not noticing the shoe she was about to trip over.

Percy stepped out into the open. Artemis tripped over the shoe, falling in such a way as to knock Percy onto her bed, land atop his chest, and their lips be pressed together.

"Artemis, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" The demigod was cut off when Artemis pressed her lips back to his. Percy sat up so Artemis was in his lap, his arms around her waist.

"I guess I don't have to worry about that stupid prophecy anymore," Artemis mumbled as she rested her head on Percy's chest. Percy smiled and laid back, closing his eyes.