Secrets of Sun and War
Yeah I am really losing my touch with reaction fics...I mean I usually just make obsessive and toxic reactions, so this was hard for me to make 😅
Title: Secrets of Sun and War
(Made by me on AO3 unsername Sukunomo)
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The grand hall shimmered with ethereal light, the marble floor glowing faintly as if alive with its own power. The air was thick with anticipation, and for once, Olympus was silent. No banter, no arguments—just an uneasy stillness that even the most reckless god wouldn't dare to break.
The Fates had summoned them.
A wide circle of stone stood in the center of the hall, glowing gold as strands of thread wove in and out of it, forming intricate patterns that seemed almost alive. Around the circle sat the Olympians, their usual grandeur subdued by the gravity of the moment. Zeus, sitting rigid in his throne, glanced at Hera, whose expression was unreadable. Poseidon leaned forward, his trident resting against his knee, while Hades, rarely seen on Olympus, stood in the shadows near the edge of the gathering, his dark robes blending with the dim light.
The demigods arrived next, led by Chiron. Percy Jackson was among them, his usual sarcastic quip dying in his throat as he took in the sight of the assembled gods. Annabeth stood close beside him, her gray eyes scanning the scene with sharp focus, her mind already working overtime. Grover shuffled nervously behind them, clutching his reed pipes. Others followed—Clarisse, Nico, Thalia, and many more, each wearing varying expressions of curiosity and apprehension.
"Why are we here?" Percy whispered to Annabeth, his voice barely audible.
Before she could answer, a loud, reverberating voice echoed through the chamber.
"Because the threads of destiny have grown tangled," said Clotho, her figure materializing on the glowing circle. She was joined by her sisters, Lachesis and Atropos, who flanked her, their ageless faces solemn and commanding. The three Fates, wielders of destiny, stood together as one, their very presence commanding silence.
"The tapestry of fate is no longer stable," Lachesis continued, her voice carrying an almost musical quality. "The choices of gods and mortals alike have caused ripples far beyond what we foresaw."
Atropos stepped forward, her shears glinting in the light. "There are truths you must all witness, actions you must understand. For if left unchecked, these threads will unravel completely."
A murmur spread through the crowd, but Clotho raised her hand, silencing them. "We have called you here to watch what was, what is, and what could be. What you learn will determine the course of your futures."
"Watch?" Zeus rumbled, his tone suspicious. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
The Fates shared a look, then Clotho waved her hand. The circle before them glowed brighter, and an image began to take shape within its golden threads—a scene that felt so real, so vivid, it was as though they were standing inside it.
"This is not just watching," Clotho said, her voice heavy with meaning. "This is witnessing. And you will see things that may change everything you thought you knew."
The gods and demigods leaned forward, their curiosity outweighing their fear.
And so, the first vision began.
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Secrets of Sun and War
For centuries, Olympus had thrived on its drama, secrets, and divine chaos. The gods' interactions were a source of constant amusement—and occasional disaster—for mortals and immortals alike. Yet, amidst the chaos, one secret remained untold: Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun, were married.
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"Wha-" Percy sputtered not seeing how the charming Sun God could get with that bastard.
Annabeth frowned probably trying to make sense of how they would get together.
'Well...that is certainly a shock..." Nico muttered gripping Will's hand, who was a complete mess hearing this.
Athena raised an eyebrow. "Marriage? Between them? The God of War and the God of Light? I thought I’d heard everything."
Hera clenched her fists, her glare shifting between the two gods. "How dare you keep something like this from me? I am the goddess of marriage, after all!"
Poseidon snorted, leaning back in his throne. "Hilarious. War and sunshine—now that’s a storm waiting to happen."
Hades, who had been standing silently in the shadows, gave a low chuckle. "A union forged in chaos. Fitting."
Meanwhile, Hermes burst out laughing. "Well, that explains why Ares hasn't tried to punch Apollo in centuries. Marriage therapy?"
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The Flirting Feud
Ares was a notorious flirt. His dalliances with Aphrodite and mortal women were common knowledge among the Olympians. Though Apollo pretended not to care, his simmering anger often manifested in his own playful retaliation.
One day, during a grand feast on Olympus, Ares had been caught whispering sweet nothings to Aphrodite while stealing glances at her. Apollo, seated a few seats away, watched the exchange with narrowed golden eyes.
Two could play this game.
As the feast continued, Apollo turned his attention to Hephaestus, Aphrodite’s husband and the god of the forge. The Sun God leaned in close, his golden hair catching the light, and whispered something that made Hephaestus laugh—a rare and booming sound that echoed across the hall.
Ares noticed immediately. His dark eyes locked on Apollo, his jaw tightening. When Apollo placed a hand on Hephaestus’s arm, Ares slammed his goblet onto the table, silencing the room.
“Something wrong, Ares?” Apollo asked innocently, his voice dripping with honey.
Ares glared at him, his voice low and growling. “Not at all, dear husband.”
A shocked silence followed as the other gods froze in place. Zeus, seated at the head of the table, raised an eyebrow.
“Husband?” he repeated.
Apollo sighed, realizing their secret had been unintentionally revealed. “Yes, father. Husband.”
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Piper had a smirk on her face, she might not enjoy drama all that much but it is certainly entertaining.
Leo burst out laughing at this, "I can-- Apollo flir...m..dad...Ares freaking-" Yeah they really can't understand Leo when he is dieing of laughter.
Jason signed making sure Leo does not actually die to laughing and lack of breath.
Aphrodite smirked, leaning closer to Ares. "You never could resist me, could you?"
Hephaestus, who had remained quiet, muttered under his breath, "Why am I always the pawn in these games?"
Apollo’s golden eyes flickered with mischief as he began his retaliation. Artemis, seated beside him, rolled her eyes. "Can you not make this worse?"
When Ares slammed his goblet down and revealed the truth, the hall fell into stunned silence. Zeus, who had been in the middle of drinking, choked and sprayed nectar across the table. "What?!"
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The Revelation
The days that followed were a whirlwind of chaos. The Olympians were outraged, amused, or indifferent, depending on their personalities. Hera was livid at being left out of the loop. Aphrodite, however, seemed more amused than anything, while Hephaestus simply chuckled and went back to his forge.
Zeus, for his part, was both angry and impressed. “You managed to hide this for centuries?” he bellowed.
Apollo shrugged. “It wasn’t difficult. No one expects the Sun and War to be compatible.”
Ares smirked. “But we are. Perfectly.”
Despite the initial uproar, the gods eventually accepted their marriage. However, the drama was far from over, especially when their demigod children began to piece together the truth.
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Dionysus raised a goblet. "Here’s to secrets that are more entertaining than my wine!"
Hera’s voice thundered through the hall. "You kept this from me, your queen? I demand an explanation!"
Zeus looked between Apollo and Ares, his brow furrowed. "This changes nothing. You’ll both still answer to me."
Apollo quipped with a grin, "Of course, Father."
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The Step-Sibling Shock
The mortal world was no less chaotic than Olympus. The demigod children of Ares and Apollo, scattered across various camps and quests, had long known of each other’s existence. They often met during battles or gatherings, exchanging wary glances but never suspecting a deeper connection.
It wasn’t until a particularly eventful reunion at Camp Half-Blood that the truth came to light.
Clarisse, one of Ares’s most formidable daughters, was sparring with a boy named Helios, who was as radiant as his divine father, Apollo. The two often clashed, their rivalry fueled by their parents’ contrasting domains.
“You’re not bad with a spear, sunshine,” Clarisse said, wiping sweat from her brow.
“And you’re not entirely hopeless,” Helios retorted, smirking.
Before their banter could escalate, Chiron, the camp’s immortal centaur trainer, approached them with an announcement.
“Campers,” Chiron began, his tone measured. “I have news that may come as a surprise to some of you.”
The gathered demigods fell silent, their curiosity piqued.
Chiron hesitated before continuing. “It has come to my attention that two of our gods—Ares and Apollo—are, in fact, married.”
The camp erupted into chaos.
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"Yeah, that reactions accurate..." Clarissa groaned not wanting to believe it.
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Reactions
“Married?!” Clarisse’s voice rose above the din, her face a mix of confusion and disbelief. “No way.”
Helios, equally stunned, looked at Chiron. “You’re joking, right? My dad wouldn’t marry him.”
Chiron sighed. “It’s true. The Sun and War are united, though they’ve kept it secret for centuries.”
Clarisse and Helios stared at each other, the realization dawning on them.
“We’re…” Helios began, his voice trailing off.
“Step-siblings,” Clarisse finished, her tone flat.
The other demigods burst into laughter, though Clarisse and Helios were far from amused.
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Sibling Bonding
Despite their initial shock, Clarisse and Helios began to find common ground. Their rivalry turned into camaraderie as they trained together, often teasing each other about their shared parentage.
“So,” Clarisse said one day, smirking as she watched Helios struggle with a heavy shield, “does this mean you get your sparkling personality from Dad or Stepdad?”
Helios rolled his eyes. “At least I don’t have anger management issues.”
Clarisse threw a punch, but it was playful, her grin betraying her amusement.
Their newfound bond extended to the other demigod children of Ares and Apollo. Together, they formed an unlikely family, united by their shared heritage and the knowledge that their parents’ love, though unconventional, was genuine.
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Other demigods quickly joined in on the teasing. Travis Stoll grinned as he passed by the sparring duo. "So, are you guys planning a family reunion on Olympus?"
Katie Gardner rolled her eyes. "Careful, Travis. Clarisse might make it your last reunion."
Clarisse smirked, pretending to aim her spear at him. "Keep talking, Stoll."
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Epilogue
Back on Olympus, Apollo and Ares watched their children from afar, their faces alight with pride.
“They’re handling it better than I expected,” Apollo said, leaning against Ares’s shoulder.
Ares grunted. “Tough kids. They take after us.”
Apollo smiled, threading his fingers through Ares’s. “You know, for all your flaws, you’re not a terrible husband.”
Ares smirked, pulling Apollo closer. “And for all your dramatics, you’re not a terrible wife.”
Apollo laughed, the sound as bright as sunlight, and for a moment, even the chaos of Olympus seemed to fade.
They might be an unlikely pair, but together, they were unstoppable.
"Now that we are alone..." Apollo's hand traveled down Ares's bulky arm. Ares smirked and grabbed Apollo's hips.
--And very horny..
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Will fainted.
Well not just Will....basically just the whole Ares and Apollo cabin.
The Aphrodite and yaoi lovers were squealing already creating scenarios in their non pure mind.
Aphrodite, reclining nearby, smirked. "Well, love always finds a way, doesn’t it?"
Hermes nudged Athena. "So, are we all betting on which kid of theirs causes the next disaster?"
Athena gave him a pointed look. "You mean you haven’t already?"
As Apollo and Ares shared a quiet moment, Hera turned to Zeus with a sigh. "Your family grows more ridiculous by the century."
Zeus merely groaned, taking another sip of nectar.