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daughter of artemis // p.p — [14]

c h a p t e r f o u r t e e n

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Word count: 4888

Author’s Note: I thank each and every one of you for writing back to me and telling me how I don’t have to update at anyone else’s will but my own. You can’t imagine how much this support means to me. Thank you all! And I do feel a bit sad that this story is ending, because I honestly had so much fun writing this. This is the penultimate chapter, and chapter 15 is the last one! However, I am writing a Bucky Barnes fanfiction too, which comes out soon, so if you want to be added to the tag list, please ask!

Also, I’m not taking anymore taglist requests for this story, so for those of you who want to be a part of the Bucky story’s tag list, just send me an ask! Thank you all!

14 // τέλος end

❅

Apollo had teleported them back to his temple at Phocis. (y/n) looked around in awe, Apollo’s temple was merely just a mile away from Artemis’ temple, but she had never been to his. Apollo had a soft smile on his face, but the minute he turned to his niece, his eyes narrowed.

“You’ve never been to my temple?”

(y/n) blushed with embarrassment, “Maybe, if you were nicer to me when I was younger, I’d have come.”

“Maybe, because you didn’t visit my temple, I was never nice to you.”

“You didn’t know I visited your temple until just a few moments ago, uncle.”

Apollo turned red with childish anger. “You could have still come, I’m still your uncle and the freaking Sun god.”

(y/n) chuckled. Deciding to walk to her mother’s temple first, she turned to Apollo’s shrine and walked over. She removed her shoes at a distance and headed to his shrine, just before kneeling down and putting her hands together in prayer. Apollo watched, a bit surprised, but feeling warm. If there was one thing that kept Apollo alive and well, especially where his strength came from, it was from the peoples’ prayers. There were people who believed Apollo did the right thing, and he desperately tried to protect humans and ward off evil, to the best of his abilities. And these prayers proved that his efforts were noticed.

Stay safe, sun god, you’re all I have, (y/n) prayed, giving her uncle a fit of coughs. Laughing, she grabbed her shoes before rushing out barefoot.

“I’ll meet you in a bit, alright?”

Apollo knew that her time in Artemis’ temple would not just take ‘a bit’, but he was willing to wait. After all, it had been five years since the girl set foot at her mother’s temple. She deserved the time she took.

Every time she set eyes on her mother’s temple, (y/n) was in awe. It wasn’t an outstanding building, not as outstanding as Apollos’, but Artemis’ temple resembled the feeling of home. Not having been here for five years, (y/n) noticed the roots and moss that had grown on the temple walls, little creatures had made the temple shrine their home, a sight Artemis would have loved. (y/n)’s heart warmed at the way her mother’s temple had changed, not in a bad way, and felt fortunate.

Suddenly, as soon as the girl set foot inside the shrine, her eyes widened. She heard her mother’s voice, almost a whisper, the tune she would hum on most days. The song, Time After Time.

Clutching on to the dagger, (y/n)’s eyes were vigilant. She took her dagger out and held it in front of her, looking at it as if she were looking at it for the first time. The humming grew stronger, but she felt no presence in the air. Her mother’s humming then turned to her mother singing, and (y/n)’s heart ached at the memory. It was as if her mind was playing a terrible trick on her, a trick she enjoyed at the time being, but knew would cause a nostalgic pain in her heart, later on.

(y/n) didn’t even realize she had closed her eyes, holding the dagger, standing right in the middle of the shrine. Squirrels and mice were scurrying along, with the soft singing bringing winds inside the temple shrine. Opening her eyes, she felt a presence. (y/n) turned to the exit of the shrine and saw a large stag, with unusual golden eyes that were glowing even in the daylight. The stag looked majestic, but fair—almost an albino, but albino stags had red eyes, as did most albino animals.

The singing stopped and only one sentence played in her ear. Looking at the dagger slowly, she thought of her mother’s words: One day, you may have to use this. For a hunt.

Her mother had told her these words when she gave her the dagger. Turning to the stag with surprise, she noticed how the stag then began to run away from her, thus concluding her suspicions. Her breath shook and a laugh exited her lips. It was never the henchmen, she thought before turning to the back of the shrine. Rushing over there, she found her mother’s ancient bow and a couple of arrows, and gripped onto the dagger tightly. She ran after the stag and paused, breathing the air around her. If this was a hunt, she knew what to do. Reading the footprints on the ground, (y/n) tracked the beast using its prints. After reaching near the beast, (y/n) hid behind a couple of bushes before marking her prey. She noticed the stag, bending down to eat grass, and the girl waited.

Most often, hunting was done incorrectly when the hunter chose to be impatient. You don’t hunt an animal you do not respect; her mother had always told her. The animal you hunt provides you sustenance and clothing, you must give it your time, your effort, your patience, as the animal gives you its life.

(y/n) smiled recalling her mother’s words. She waited for the stag to finish its meal, and head to the little stream to drink some water. While it was then about to graze on the grass, (y/n) mumbled a soft prayer, and shot an arrow to the beast’s backside, bringing the beast down in one shot. While it screeched in pain, (y/n) walked over to the stag and was mesmerized with the glow in its eye, tears filling her own at the realization of what was to come. Taking her dagger out, (y/n) kissed the hold of the blade, before muttering a prayer. Always show your gratitude to the animal whose life you are taking to provide for your own, her mother would tell her.

And in one stab, there was light all around her.

A golden glow exploded around her and she wasn’t really sure if she was in the same forest as before. Getting up slowly, she looked behind her and thought her heart would explode. There she stood, Artemis, surrounded by a golden aura, unmistakingly the most beautiful woman (y/n) had ever laid eyes on. It didn’t take long for her to start crying, for a child craving its mother’s love, and her mother standing right there after years of not having been able to meet.

And even if this was just a vision, (y/n) was happy she got at least this. Running to her mother, she embraced her, half expecting her hands to go through her mother, but was grateful for a solid presence, holding her back.

“The rat passed away a while ago, so this is me now.” Artemis’ voice was just the same as she had remembered.

Pulling back, but their arms still connected, Artemis wiped the tears off her daughter’s eyes.

“This… This was just a guess.” (y/n) let out, unable to look away from her mother’s face.

“A correct one.” Artemis said, winking.

(y/n) embraced her mother once more and breathed in. She knew that this was not permanent, but however this was possible, she was glad that it was. Five years of not being able to see her mother, or even hear her voice had caused a hole to form in her heart. This being possible meant that this was indeed a god’s blessing.

“How are you here?” (y/n) asked, a while later, still holding onto Artemis.

“A part of me has been in that stag for five years now. You’ve hunted well.”

(y/n) let out a dry chuckle, “I’m not so sure.”

“There we go again with the insecurity. My fawn, you’re so good at this. You have been so brave. I am so proud of you. It was not easy, (y/n), and I know this. You have come here all on your own. Realized things all on your own.”

“You sent me visions. Especially when I went to New York for the first time.”

Artemis chuckled, “I did not send you any visions, (y/n).”

Then what visions were they? (y/n) blinked a couple of times, but chose to fret on that later.

“Why didn’t you just tell me anything, mother?”

Artemis sighed once before brushing the girl’s hair off her face. Of course, everything would have been simpler if she had just told her daughter, as many witches and vicars did. However, Artemis knew that merely telling her would not be enough. The personality that came with (y/n) figuring things out for her own, and how she grew to nurture love than hate was something no one could teach her. Not even her own mother.

“Some things I cannot tell you, love. But, you have done so well.”

“I really thought that once I become a god, I wouldn’t feel so incomplete. But after meeting Pepper and… and my father, and Peter… I just…”

“Never be ashamed of what you are, love. There is that amazing quality about mortals that even gods can learn from them,” Artemis kissed her daughter’s nose and said, “They are the only ones who know how to truly live.”

(y/n) smiled, not completely certain, but satisfied. “I know the song now.”

Artemis smiled before saying, “I’ve loved that song. It’s the song that was playing when your father kissed me.”

(y/n) scrunched her face, “Why did you—?”

Artemis laughed before saying, “Tony and I loved each other that night. It was all I could ask for, being a god. There was a forever in that hour, and I knew everything that I had been missing out on before.”

“I didn’t need this answer.” (y/n) deadpanned.

A comfortable silence passed. Artemis hummed as she did years ago, listening to the wind and the chatter of animals around her. She looked beautiful in the forest, where she was meant to be. (y/n) could barely look away from the goddess, but this was her mother and this vision was not going to last.

“I’m not meant to kill Zeus, am I?”

Artemis turned, her wild hair flowing gracefully behind her. Her eyes were green, a radiant and beautiful green.

“You were never meant to kill anyone.” Artemis spoke, blinking slowly.

“But, the henchmen—”

“They are not of the living world, (y/n). They are merely moving stones and blood, and you are putting a stop to that dark use of godly magic.”

“What about Zeus? What happens now? What about Olympus?”

“Sometimes, prophecies happen without you having to complete them. When someone assigns you a prophecy, they do not take away your choice; they merely add you as one of the many catalysts that can bring about the change that’s mentioned. You might think that the dissolution of Olympus is entirely in your hands, but the fates are not as foolhardy to place such a big responsibility in the hands of a child.”

“But you once told me that even the movement of a butterfly’s wing can bring about a massive change.”

“Maybe, this needs the movement of a butterfly and not the efforts of a child.” Artemis winked.

(y/n) narrowed her eyes, “I do not understand—”

“You are not meant to, love. The oracle stated that you would bring about the dissolution of Olympus, but it is because you destroyed two henchmen did the gods start leaving. Now, with Zeus not even in his own cabinet, there is not a single god alive that trusts him. What you did, has already brought about the prophecy, (y/n). Now, even if you do not complete the entire ordeal, there is no one who can undo this.”

(y/n)’s eyes widened at her mother’s words.

“However, this took a great task,” Artemis said, smiling at her daughter, knowingly. “It took getting over that anger of yours. And Peter Parker helped you.”

(y/n) had understood his role in her visions. (y/n) knew that when she finished what had to be done here, in Greece, she would return to live a life in New York. What waited for her was a boy, a boy who could make her forget about whatever she had not known before. The boy, who was the very first person she met as soon as she was teleported into the place, as a 13-year old child.

The boy whose eyes were always asking her to stay.

“It was always him, (y/n). An unexplained force of action let me know that Pepper would be the one who would make you believe in a parent again. It was the same unexplained force that made you cling to Peter’s form even when you never knew him. Without Peter, however, you would never have gotten over that anger,”

“Love changes you.” Artemis said, kissing her daughter’s forehead.

(y/n) shut her eyes and felt tears fall down her cheeks.

“I miss you so much, mom.”

Holding her daughter’s form close to hers, Artemis held her for the last time. Breathing into her child’s hair, a single tear trickled down the goddess’s eye, as she began to turn into the brightest light (y/n) had ever seen.

“I’m right here with you.”

When (y/n) could not feel her mother’s hands around her, she broke into a sob that wasn’t particularly sad. She had seen her mother, sought answers for all those years gone by, and was certain now that there was a closure to how she felt about her mother. Now, (y/n) was certain she could move on; now, she was certain that there was nothing holding her back.

There was only one thing that was left to do. Standing up, with her mother’s bow and arrows with her, (y/n) rushed to Olympus, bare foot, to meet a particular goddess who was the reason her hate began.

❅

(y/n) was wearing black tights and a white top, with a black jacket and no shoes when she entered the great palace of Olympus. Apollo stood behind her, feeling a tad bit awkward about her choice of clothing, and also feeling slightly nauseous once more. Leaning toward his niece, she didn’t think twice before asking her.

“Is Wang’s a good Chinese place?”

Narrowing her eyes, she turned to her uncle and snapped, “You’ve been ordering from Wangs? They have terrible food! It always messes up your… Uncle, is that why it’s been cloudy for the past few days? You’re constipated!”

Apollo turned red and looked away.

“Try Delmar’s next time?” (y/n) said, rolling her eyes, walking into the council chambers.

There was no Zeus, as expected. Athena, Demeter and Hestia were absent as well. Dionysus waved at (y/n) upon seeing her, still drunk, causing (y/n) to bow back at the god. Hera was not in the council, but this (y/n) had already known about. Aphrodite sat there, looking bored.

“You’re looking for the Boar, I take it?” She asked, staring at the child.

“Have you moved him?” Apollo asked, confused.

“No,” Aphrodite sighed. “No, he’s right there. But, he’s so weird. Sitting there like a freaking stone. Ugh, when is this place coming down already?” She frowned before looking at (y/n), “Hey, niece, you’re bringing this place down, right?”

“N-No, not really.”

Aphrodite screamed in anger before turning upside down on her seat.

“I am so getting the hell out of here. Uncle Hades said he had a spot reserved for me down there. Or I’ll visit Australia or something. Or I’ll go visit the New Asgard. I hear they have a beautiful Queen now.”

“Do what you want, Aphrodite.” Apollo said, grabbing the girl and taking her out of there.

“What’s happened to her?”

“Don’t pay her any attention. She’s hated Olympus more than any of us. Especially after Zeus made her marry—”

“Don’t say his name.” (y/n) frowned, feeling terrible for the both of them.

Heading to the cells, Apollo and (y/n) walked quietly, side by side. He was thinking back to five years ago, in these very halls, when (y/n) and himself shared a terrible relationship. Truth was, he had always wanted to get to know her, to hold his niece and tell her stories and recite poetry to her; he always had a soft spot for his sister’s daughter.

But he had never managed to get past his initial bitterness. For Artemis almost losing her spot in the council, and being looked down upon for getting pregnant in the first place, Apollo unquestioningly blamed the child, while he knew it was not the child’s fault.

It was a defense mechanism and even though it was wrong, he couldn’t stop after he had started. And till date, he deeply regretted his actions. Placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, he brought (y/n) to a halt and looked down to the ground. Regret was leaking out of him, his eyes held the pain he had ever since (y/n) was born, and only hoped and prayed that she would one day see past his pretentious tough exterior.

(y/n) turned to her uncle and blinked, confused by his sudden halt. Tilting her head sideways, she noticed how uncomfortable her uncle looked.

“Are you alright? Is it your stomach?”

A moment later, Apollo embraced the girl, shocking her. He was shaking now; crying was something Apollo was not used to. (y/n)’s eyes widened before her hands flung around him, wondering what had gone wrong.

“I have been such a terrible uncle to you,” (y/n) was shocked at his words, “All those years… As Artemis begged me to give you a chance, I pushed you away… Afraid… I wasn’t… I wasn’t fit to call myself your uncle… I never hated you, I just… I am so ashamed—”

She pulled away and looked at her uncle with adoring eyes. She placed a hand on his cheek and all she could see was a broken man trying very hard to apologize to a child he considered his own.

“I love you so much, uncle. Don’t ever apologize. You’ve been the best.”

Apollo bit his lip and chuckled dryly.

“I love you, too, you stupid, reckless demigod.”

When (y/n) grinned at him a moment later, Apollo swore he saw his sister smiling back at him. He could suddenly feel her all around him, a golden glow that she would emit as they rode their chariots above in the skies. He felt as if his heart was lifted, and his eyes were wide when he heard a few words in his sister’s voice.

At ease, Apollo, it’s over now.

Turning around, the two of them paused in front of the Boar’s chambers, and Apollo wondered what (y/n) was going to do. If she killed this henchman, she would become a god. This was it. This was the final call, she was either going to do it, or not. Apollo prayed for the latter.

“Grandfather, I know you’re in here.”

Apollo’s eyes widened and he turned to his niece with shock. He then looked at the Boar, whose gaze was fixed at (y/n)’s form, and a gassy substance exited from his eyes. Apollo had seen uglier things, but the half melted form of the Boar, and Zeus’ upper torso, floating in front of him. Gods, he has the worst power ever, Apollo thought before scrunching his face.

However, the real question was how his niece came to know of this. Had she always known that Zeus was inside the Boar all along? How had she known something that he, a god, had not? It didn’t make sense to him.

“I know you’ve always had the ability to possess things. That’s how you’ve been wooing the ladies, too. Hercules was born that way, it was the oldest tale in the book. So was Hephaestus—”

“Silence, you insolent little trash! I will end you and remove you from this council—”

“Yeah,” (y/n) folded her arms together. “That’s the thing. There already is no council. No Kingdom left for you to rule. You can’t hurt me anymore, grandfather.”

If it were possible for a storm to brew inside the premises of a single cell, Zeus made it seem easy. Black clouds grew out of him and formed cracks in the walls, he could escape the cell as easily as one could snap fingers. However, Apollo was stunned to see how (y/n) was not moving. She watched the scene unfold in front of her with no emotion on her face. As if she were used to whatever she was seeing. And this was something that shocked even Apollo.

“The other gods now know where you are, you know?”

Zeus’ eyes were glowing white, and he paused for a bit.

“All that hiding to prevent the gods from knowing where you were, to escape questions from them for your lack of action. I’m standing right in front of you, and here you are, hiding in one of your lousy creations. I wonder what the other gods will have to say to you about this,” (y/n) said, smirking.

Apollo was impressed.

“I won’t lay a finger on you, grandfather. But, I cannot promise that she won’t.”

It was a second later did Hera arrive. She stood beside (y/n), and stared at Zeus’ form. Zeus held thunderbolt in his right hand and was about to shoot it down on (y/n), however, Apollo was not going to let that happen. Immediately summoning his bow, he shot down Zeus and impaled his hand to the wall, earning a nasty scream from his father. Apollo felt torn at doing this, but he was certain there was no other go.

“Hello, husband,” Hera didn’t sound pleased. Looking at (y/n), she scoffed, “Can’t believe I needed this runt’s help for this.”

Apollo turned to the Queen and looked confused. Her help? When did this happen?

“I banish you from Midgard. And hereby dissolve Olympus.” Hera said, rolling her eyes.

Zeus now had links attached to his hand, preventing him from using his powers to their complete extent. This is a punishment that a coward deserves, (y/n) thought before turning to Hera.

“What are you going to do now?” (y/n) asked, blinking.

“I’m going to leave this nasty shit hole,” Turning to the girl, “Take care of brown eyes, he seems to fancy you a lot more than you think.”

(y/n)’s eyes widened. She’s the goddess of marriage, she thought, turning away.

“I think I’ll m-manage.” (y/n) let out, stuttering.

“Nonsense.” Hera said, folding her arms.

She recalled how agile the girl was when she entered Hera’s room from the window. Hera noticed (y/n), and just when she was about to smite her, the girl raised her arms and bowed down. Hera knew there was no use hurting her after she had surrendered.

“I want to know where Zeus is.” (y/n) said, still bowing.

“So what? So you can kill him and turn me into a widow?”

“No offense, but he isn’t the best husband, really,” The girl looked up at the Queen, still kneeling down, “And no, I will not be killing anything today.”

Hera stared at her, “Ugh, I smell love all around you.”

(y/n) smiled, “His name’s Peter Parker, and I did pray to you about—”

“I heard you. Whatever. He’s the one who attacked you.”

“Who? Peter?” (y/n) asked, confused.

“No, malaka. Zeus. He resides in the Boar.”

(y/n)’s eyes widened, “Did you just swear at me?”

“What are you going to do about it?”

Hera turned to the child before sighing. (y/n) looked up at her and blinked a couple of times.

“You should kill this creature to become a god.”

(y/n) shook her head, “I don’t want to be.”

Hera chuckled darkly, “That’s why you prayed to me.”

(y/n) blushed, “Please.”

“What about the prophecy?” Apollo wanted to join in on the conversation.

“I didn’t complete my prophecy, I didn’t kill the boar, so I am still mortal and a demigod. It’s who I am.”

Apollo smiled, and when he looked at Hera, she turned away, frowning. Apollo turned away after that, and pretended as if nothing had happened.

“I am still a god,” Zeus bellowed, grabbing everyone’s attention. “What makes you think I won’t come after you?”

(y/n) smirked and said, “You are a coward, Zeus. Let me see you try.”

❅

This might be the last time, she thought as she stood in the temple of Artemis. She placed the dagger in the shrine and sat down, folding her legs. Apollo watched her, not ignoring the feeling in his heart that his sister was here recently. He was impressed with his niece’s growth, and what was more impressive was how calm she was.

“How did you know?” Apollo asked, still staring at her.

“How did I know what?” (y/n) asked, looking elsewhere, as the wind blew.

For a whole minute, Apollo saw his sister in her. She was one with nature at the moment, her hair swaying wildly in the wind, her eyes traversing across random things in the air, her legs bare feet and her heart wild.

“How did you suddenly know what to do?”

(y/n) smiled at nothing in front of her, “Peter made me understand that I had a life there. A family… He’s always been telling me what I wanted to hear, just… I never understood it until recently.”

Apollo chuckles. Being an oracular god himself, he knew how important Peter was in her life. Which might have been one of the biggest reasons why he made her see those visions in the first place. But, he wouldn’t tell her that at that moment.

“Funny thing is,” She mentioned, now turning to Apollo. “He told me he’s always wanted to see Greece. I wish I could show him mom’s temple.”

Apollo normally never just granted wishes on a whim, but this was his niece. Rolling his eyes, he realized that this made her his favorite mortal. And even though gods were not allowed to pick favorites, (y/n) was indeed out of the ordinary.

“You can.” Apollo said, snapping his fingers.

(y/n)’s eyes widened and Peter appeared out of thin air. Apollo looked unimpressed, and the girl stood up instantly and stared at the boy in front of her.

“You won’t believe what just happened!” Peter let out, his eyes wide. He must have been in school, she thought, since he wasn’t wearing his suit. “Where am I?”

Peter looked around for a moment before unconsciously letting out, “I saw people, (y/n). There w-was this vision sort of thing, and-and I saw this really, really pretty woman who was thanking me and I saw you…” Peter slowly turned to spot (y/n) in front of him, smiling up at him.

He blinked a couple of times and struggled to catch his breath. I saw this, he thought, recalling his vision. After the woman had thanked him, he saw (y/n), standing there and smiling at him, just as she was at this very second. Peter’s heart was rummaging against his chest as he took a step closer to her, and took her hands in his. She hugged him a second later, and Peter held her back, breathing into her, knowing from just her facial expression that everything was alright.

Pulling back, Peter leaned down to kiss her just before placing his lips on what looked like a palm. Jerking back violently, Peter grimaced at his english teacher, who was also the god of the Sun. Apollo scoffed before wiping his hand on the back of (y/n)’s jacket.

“This is a temple for god’s sake.” Apollo snapped, causing (y/n) to laugh. He walked out of the temple, leaving the two of them alone.

Peter looked at (y/n) and smiled, “Mr. Stark thought you left… I had to tell him you were coming back.”

(y/n) nodded, “There’s nothing for me here.” She said, finally, looking at Peter.

“So, what made you want to come back?”

“Don’t make me say something super cheesy, Peter Parker.” (y/n) rolled her eyes, leaning into Peter’s arms.

Peter kissed the side of the girl’s head and stood there, staring at the front of Artemis’ shrine. There was a statue of the goddess, filled with vines and squirrels running all over it. The sight of it warmed Peter’s heart, and he was certain that the beautiful woman he had seen in his vision was her. She was thanking him for letting (y/n) learn how to love, and he wasn’t too sure if he could take the credit.

She was always someone who knew how to love; if not anything, she knew how to love better than anyone he had ever met. Peter was simply there to receive it, and collect it, and preserve it.

I love you, he thought before turning with her, as she led him out of the temple. What Peter didn’t know at that second was how (y/n) had thought the exact same thing.

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