The Moon's Lover

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AN: As many of you are well aware, this is one of Fanofthehunt's books. I do not claim that I own it. Nor am I Uncle Rick, meaning that I do not own PJO/HOO.

Since Fanofthehunt's account got deleted, I took the liberty, and the duty, of being the saviour of all the Pertemis fans. Which means that I carefully preserved, and will be republishing several, though not all, of her books.

Also, in case you didn't notice, I also managed to save her covers. BOOM!

So, read on, and welcome to The Moon's Lover, by Fanofthehunt, TheSonofTartarus republished edition.

Third PoV

Poseidon flashed to his cabin at Camp Half-Blood, slamming the butt of his trident on the floor of the cabin. Percy shot up in his bunk.

"Wha-" Percy started.

Poseidon cut him off. "Son, you're my pride and joy. Today, you are going to be married to the goddess Artemis! Zeus and I have ended one of our feuds, and to signify it, we have arranged a marriage between some of our best offspring."

Percy nodded numbly, the words still not sinking in. Nothing had been the same since Annabeth left him. He was supposed to go visit his family today, but he guessed that could wait.

Poseidon flashed them to Aphrodite's palace, where the love goddess whisked him off to get an outfit.

Less then an hour later, Percy was standing at the altar with Artemis, nodding as Hera spoke the vows.

There was no reception. Artemis and Percy were taken to their new palace.

Artemis stormed off to the master bathroom, locking the door behind her. Percy, still in a dazed state, walked over to the bathroom in the guestroom to take a shower.

He changed into a plain black shirt and flannel pants before heading to the kitchen. Percy made a sort of create-your-own-taco meal, setting it out on the table.

Percy walked over to the master bedroom, knocking on the closed door. "Lady Artemis," He spoke through the door. "I made dinner, in case you wanted some."

Artemis's response was to lock the door.

Percy sighed and went to have some tacos. When he was finished, he cleared the table, threw away the trash, washed the dishes, and put them back where he found them. Then he went to the guest bedroom to go to sleep.

The next morning, Percy woke up, changed into fresh clothes, and went to make breakfast.

After making blue pancakes, Percy brought them out to the dining room, Percy grabbed syrup and utensils.

Artemis stepped out into the dining room in fresh clothes, but the same murderous look on her face.

"Good morning Lady Artemis," Percy greeted.

Artemis responded with something between a growl and a bark.

Then she blanched. "Why are the pancakes blue? Are you such an incompetent male that you screwed up cooking something so simple as pancakes?!"

Percy looked down shamefully and ate his pancakes in silence. When he finished, the immortalized demigod mumbled sadly under his breath, "My mom taught me how to make them."

If Percy had looked up, he would have seen the stone expression on his wife's face crack for a second.

"I'm gonna go visit a friend," Percy
grumbled.

"First day and you're lust has already gotten the better of you?" Artemis sniped.

Percy scowled. "Artemis, I understand that as a male, you consider me many things. Of all those, the thing I am most definitely not is unloyal." The son of Poseidon steamed.

About a decade of actions and exchanges like these passed before things began to change.

Artemis went hunting to blow off some steam.

While she was doing that, Percy was talking to Rachel.

"Sup, Rache," Percy greeted the Oracle. Rachel turned from the canvas she was painting on and gave him a great big hug, getting paint all over him.

"I'm doing great now, Perce!" Rachel responded with a big grin on her face.

Percy sighed. "Well, at least you're happy. I've got a bit of a problem though, so I was hoping to blow off some steam."

Rachel nodded. "What's the problem?"

"Zeus and my father arranged a marriage between myself and Artemis to show they ended a millennia-long feud. Artemis hates me, and if the marriage fails I'm afraid it'll spark another feud," Percy let out.

Rachel shrugged. "Artemis is the goddess of maidenhood and virginity. Give it time, she'll warm up to you. Here, why don't you paint?"

Percy nodded and set up another space for painting, changing into white jeans and a white shirt, because half the fun of painting was getting newly coloured clothing.

Percy filled up his palette and grabbed several brushes, as well as a few containers of water. Percy started with a black background this time, making the canvas darker than his hair.

Then Percy added strokes of dark green here and there. A dash of brown over there. Specks of white and yellow along the top. Orange and red down there. Deep blue over here. Silver back here.

When he stepped back, deciding he was finished, Rachel looked at the painting in awe.

It was a clearing by a lake, surrounded by a forest. Girls in silver jackets were gathered around a campfire, joking and laughing. You could see their shadows on the tents. And up in the sky, of course, pitch black with stars here and there, forming the constellation of The Huntress, in honour of Zoe.

"Well, Rache, whaddya think?" Percy asked.

"Percy, it's great. One of your best yet, actually. A bit different then the usual beach, but incredible nonetheless," Rachel praised.

The two friends joked around and ate lunch as their paintings dried. Percy thanked Rachel and took his painting back to the palace he shared with Artemis.

Artemis was still hunting, blowing off steam from her father's decision. She hadn't even got to keep her hunters! Zeus had the nerve to just give her away like that, dissolve her oath, and disband her hunters! How dare he!

Percy knocked on the door to the master bedroom, which he found empty. Percy walked in, leaned the artwork against a wall, and left, closing the door behind him.

After that, Percy explored the palace a little bit, pleased to find a gym, sparring room, swimming pool, and painting space.

He felt a powerful presence enter the palace. Percy stepped out to the living room just in time to see his wife storm off to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Percy walked toward the door, placing his hand on the knob. Then he thought better of it. He made himself something to eat, figuring it was best to just leave her alone at the moment.

After his meal, Percy went back to the room he had found filled with art materials. This time, he worked with clay.

Percy threw the lump of clay on the table, the assorted tools laid out beside him.

After many hours, Percy decided he was finished with the clay itself. He put it in the kiln to be fired and went back to his room to bathe. When he finished his bath, Percy stepped back out to the main room, and heard muffled sobbing from the direction of Artemis.

Percy rushed over to her door, knocking rapidly. There was no response. Percy grabbed his sword and opened the door, ready for whatever was thrown at him.

Except for what he saw.