So here's the first real chapter, after the war, with the gods rewarding the heroes. Lemons later. I wanna get this set up right.

Third Person POV

The Olympian Throne Room, after what would be called The Poseidon Rebellion. The surviving gods sat on their thrones, the rebels were hunched, trying to appear as small as possible, while maintaining their godly dignity. Unlike the previous reward ceremony, there was little mirth in the room. Few demigods had died, and only Poseidon and Ares had fallen, but the trust that was lost was almost palpable.

Triton, as the crown prince of the seas, and Poseidon's heir apparent, sat at the foot of his father's throne, holding the place for the Sea God until such time as his replacement was made official. Ares' throne was empty, and instead of being covered with human skin and decorated with skulls, it had reverted to a simple, plain throne of white marble, waiting for its new master to claim it.

"Frank Zhang, step forward," boomed Zeus.

Before, Frank would have timidly approached the council, eyes cast down, but saving Olympus twice changes a man. Now he held his head high, shoulders back, and walked with purpose. Not arrogant, but certainly not without a sense of pride. Fighting alongside Percy, the now Thrice Over Savior of Olympus, against their own fathers, and defeating them might have something to do with that.

"For saving Olympus again, we will grant you one request," said the Lord of the Sky.

Frank had been thinking about this for a long time. While part of him wanted to ask for mercy for Hazel, she had broken up with him. She had picked family over the just cause. He reached into his belt where his mortal weakness hung in its fireproof pouch. "Grandfather, please release me from this curse. My wish is to have a long life, to serve justice and what is right."

"I am glad you didn't turn out like your father," said Zeus. "Bring it here." As Frank opened the magical pouch handed his lifeline over to the King of the Gods, his hands were steady. The mostly burned stick burst into smokeless flames in the god's hands, and after recovering from his initial shock, Frank felt an enormous weight lift off his soul.

"Thank you, Grandfather." Frank said, as he bowed, then made his way back to his waiting comrades.

"Leo Valdez, come forward," called Hephaestus in his low, grating voice, reminiscent of gears churning along. Leo had filled out a bit over the past few months. He was no longer small and scrawny. His growth spurt had finally caught up to him, and months working the forges making weapons, armor, and fixing automaton warriors had given him a wiry strength. "What is your wish, my son?"

Leo already knew what to ask for. He had cursed the rebellion as soon as it had started for postponing his most important project to date. He looked over to Percy, and the two boys shared a glance. Remorse, bitterness, understanding, and finally hope passed between them, as Leo squared his shoulders and looked his father in the eye. "I want you to free Calypso. She's suffered enough heartbreak even for an immortal lifetime. You already promised to release her when Percy asked you to. Now I want you to follow through on it."

Zeus winced. "It's not that simple, boy. Imprisoning an immortal is complicated. Her punishment was supposed to be for all time."

"So you won't do it, then? You'll go back on your word?" Snapped Leo.

"No, of course not," responded Zeus. "What I am saying is that the curse must be broken. By you. If you can find Ogygia again, the curse should be weakened enough for us to lift it entirely."

"Well, I've always been pretty good at breaking stuff. Might as well add ancient curses to the list," smirked Leo. He made his way back and stood behind his friends, tinkering with bits and bobs from his tool belt, refining his plans now that he a tool he had not expected, godly permission.

"Piper, dearest. Come forward," sang Aphrodite. She stepped down, shrank herself to human size, and embraced her daughter. She pulled away and put her hands on Piper's shoulders. "I know you've been through heartbreak, and for that I am sorry. Love is rarely where we expect it to be, and it strikes at the most inopportune moments. Even I am powerless in the face of love. But I can promise you this. You will find happiness and love. You just have to keep an open heart, and mind." Aphrodite cast a knowing look at Percy and Annabeth (who looked puzzled), which made Piper blush (I'll explain all of it later), before turning her daughter around and pushing her back towards her friends.

"Annabeth Chase." The wisdom goddess called her favorite daughter forward. "The council has decided to expand Camp Half Blood's borders, and its scope. You shall design the city of New Athens to be home to demigods who survive to adulthood. In time, I expect it to rival New Rome in its grandeur."

"Thank you, mother," Annabeth gasped out, when she recovered from her shock. As she walked back in a daze, she worked furiously in her head on designs. While New Rome was beautiful, it was like stepping into the past. Annabeth's plans would have their foundations in the classics, of course, but they would provide the base for more recent developments in architecture and design. After all, mixing ancient history with the modern world was what demigods did, right?

"Perseus Jackson," Triton called, from the foot of their father's throne. Percy stepped forth. "You know what we mean to offer you, and we know how you'll respond, but please, hear me out, brother." Percy nodded, causing Triton to breath a sigh of relief. "There is now a power vacuum. Two Olympians have fallen, and our enemies are already licking their wounds, preparing to take advantage. Father was wrong to treat you as he did. He should have cherished you as the man you have grown to be, not as a tool to further his own ambitions. What he was right about, though, was your usefulness. Three wars you've been through, and three times you've proven yourself an invaluable ally to Olympus. We need you, brother, and we can't afford to lose you to old age, some random monster attack, or gods forbid some mortal mugger. We would prefer you to join us willingly, but we will do what is necessary to secure the safety of Olympus."

Annabeth looked close to tears. She had expected something like this to happen, and she had tried to prepare herself for this eventuality. She hoped her work could distract her enough from losing her Seaweed Brain. Percy looked over to her, and gave a reassuring smile. He breathed deep, mulling over what his brother told him.

"I accept, brother," which made the gods around him relax their tense postures. While they were willing to risk his wrath should they turn him immortal against his will, they hoped he would see reason and accept. "I do have a few conditions, of course." Percy followed up. Which made the gods stiffen again in their seats.

"Let us hear them then." Triton said.

"First, don't make me an Olympian, and definitely don't give me Father's job. The only reason Blackjack hasn't starved to death is because he can feed himself. I can barely keep a goldfish alive for a week, the seas would fall into chaos if I was put in charge of them. You've been preparing for this for your entire life. You're the obvious choice. And as for the war god seat, Heracles more than proved himself a capable, and honorable soldier."

The Council nodded, taken aback by his logic. After a look of approval from Zeus, Triton took on his godly size and sat in his father's throne, cementing his place as the new God of the Sea. Zeus snapped his fingers, and Heracles appeared, fully robed with his lion skin cloak and club. "Son, will you take your place amongst us to replace your brother?," asked the lord of the Sky.

"Of course, father. But if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to go by my Roman name," replied the new War God. Hera bristled at another of her husband's bastards taking the place of their own trueborn son, but given how Ares turned out, she couldn't complain. Hercules took his seat amongst the Olympians, and his throne changed. It was mostly wood, with bronze designs and accents, like his club, and was lined with lion fur, to match his cloak.

"What are your other conditions?," asked Zeus.

"Only one, other, actually. I want to marry Annabeth. We're a package deal. We're the only reason the other hasn't broken under all of the things we've been through, and I can't imagine my life, even an immortal one without her." A gasp ran through the room. Annabeth looked like she was about to faint, Athena was livid, Triton pleasantly surprised, and Aphrodite was biting her fist to stop from completely fangirling over her OTP finally getting married.

"Very well. Annabeth, step forward."

She took Percy's hand in her own, and they had one of their silent conversations.

What would you have said if they refused, Seaweed Brain?

I would have married you anyways.

Pretty sure of yourself, huh?

Come on, Wise Girl. We've been practically joined at the hip for years. I know it's not how you planned it, but when do these things ever go according to plan?

She smiled in agreement, and squeezed his hand. Together they looked at the council and said, "We're ready."

The gods began to chant in ancient Greek. The words only really audible to immortal ears because of the power in them. To the demigods present, it merely felt like the gods were humming. Granted, humming loud enough to cause a small earthquake (or would it by skyquake?), but still, no words were discernable. As the last words were spoken, two flashes of light, one gold, one emerald, blinded all present. They still stood in the same place, in the same clothes as before, still holding hands, but were now glowing faintly, and wobbly in the knees.

"Apollo, Hercules, take them to the infirmary.," ordered Zeus. He definitely didn't trust Apollo to be alone with the two new gods as they changed. Hercules led the two newly minted gods (still holding hands) towards the infirmary where they would complete the transition into godhood.