No lemons again I'm afraid. Percabeth gets used to being gods,

This'll probably be my main fic for a long while, though I have an 'Annabeth falls into Tartarus alone, Dark Percy comes out' fic that I am working on.

Thanks to HJL and The ShadowMan (TSM) for the reviews and encouragement. Please read my other fics and lemme know how I did.

TSM: Like I said, I'm unlikely to write the Civil war anytime soon. If I do, it will be after this is half to mostly done.

Apollo's infirmary, some time later. Triton and Hercules watch over Apollo as he works on the two new gods. They are coming along nicely, and Percy already radiates power greater than his father.

Percy and Annabeth are dreaming together, a side effect of holding hands during the change. Percy's walking on...what is this stuff? Sand on the beach? Clouds? White marble? It doesn't really matter. What matters is Annabeth's hand in his. So long as they're together, Percy would be just as happy being anywhere in the world; okay, maybe not Tartarus, or other parts of the Underworld, or on a plane, but come on.

Suddenly, the two snap awake at the same time, gasping upright on their beds. Immediately they flew into each others arms. It happened. It really happened Percy thought. Annabeth's hug was as familiar as his own body, but now she hummed with power.

"Of course it happened, Seaweed Brain. You're so stubborn I'd have been more surprised if they didn't do it," laughed Annabeth Damn, he smells really good now. And did his muscles get harder? Swoon.

"Did you just hear my thoughts? And did you just swoon over my muscles?" Percy asked, while Annabeth pulled away, in embarrassment.

Triton, who was standing unobserved in the corner coughed to catch their attention. "Everyone within a few hundred yards can hear everything you're thinking right now. That's why I'm here, to teach you how to control your new godly powers. I already regretting volunteering for this job. I feel like I'm gonna get diabetes from how sweet you two are on each other," he said, mock gagging.

Percy laughed at his brother's discomfort.

They spent the next few minutes learning their powers. How to direct their thoughts so only the intended recipient heard them, how to avoid vaporizing mortals by accident, and other godly basics.

"Come. Now that you're ready, we must hurry to the Naming ceremony." Triton said as they finished their godly cramming session.

"Naming?" asked Percy.

"Yes. The Fates will read your souls and declare your domains.", explained the elder brother.

The throne room. The Olympians are seated on their thrones, facing the five in the center (two kneeling, three standing, but so hunched over that they were the same height as the couple) awaiting the decree of the Fates.

"Rise, Annabeth Chase.", intoned the Fates. "For your passions we name you the Goddess of Architecture. For your deliberations and foresight, we name you Goddess of Well Laid Plans. When these prove useless, you prove yourself otherwise. We name you the Goddess of Improvisation." When they finished, Annabeth felt the weight of her domains settle around her, but instead of dragging her down, she felt empowered by the extra weight. As if she had become more substantial.

"Thank you, Ladies Fate.", Annabeth said as she bowed and retreated to her mother's throne.

"Rise, Perseus Jackson. For your mastery over the element, surpassing even your father's, we name you God of Water." The words rang through the throne room, though the gods present knew better than to start (even telepathically) the muttering and musing that they all so desperately sought. Did this make him as powerful as a Primordial? Would his authority override Triton's? The Fates continued, "For your steadfast devotion to the ones you love, and the unswerving allegiance you inspire in them, we name you God of Loyalty. You rejected godhood once, and turned over seats of power to those more suited to the task. For this we name you God of Humility. For your skill with the weapon, and your bravery and willingness for self sacrifice, we name you Patron of Swordsmen and Heroes." The Fates, after dropping that particular bombshell onto the Council, promptly vanished in a flash of light.

As Percy drew himself up to his full height, he too felt the power of his domains. He felt the rush of ichor through the veins of immortals around him, felt the surging seas miles below, the water droplets in the clouds surrounding them. He heard the clash of swords and felt the courage and might of every swordsman and hero in the mortal world, and it filled him with pride to count himself among them.

Hermes, ever one to ruin the moment, shouted "Let's get these lovebirds hitched!" With a snap of his fingers, everyone, mortals and gods alike, were transported to a ceremony that was both simple and lavish at the same time.

Short chapter to setup them as gods, and introduce wedding, which will be mostly focused on Piper. I'll explain Aphrodite's comment and why Jasper broke up, and why Piper was so embarrassed. I was planning on skipping the wedding part entirely (moving the explanation to the island, which I still haven't named suggestions welcome), but my brain just won't let me skip this stuff. May or may include a lemon (if there is, it will be a Piper flashback to spying on Percabeth being intimate). Lemme know what you think.