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I'm not sure if this is canon (or if it even makes sense), and I don't really feel like digging too deep. I'm gonna make an executive decision as the writer here and say that elemental spirits come in multiple varieties. Most are like the air spirits on Ogygia; able to understand/carry out simple commands, but unable to talk, and they aren't sentient. Others, like Mellie and other nymphs and Dylan/storm spirits, have full fledged consciousnesses and personalities. These are just two examples, but I'm not sure if I wanna make more/go into more detail, since I'm not sure what parts beings of that class are gonna play, if any.

Percy and Annabeth finish their architecture tour in record time thanks to Hermes' help with travel arrangements. Finally, they decide to call it a day and head home.

The island resembles Ogygia, in that it exists everywhere and nowhere. Time and space also do not behave the same as in the mortal world. Get distracted while taking a walk on the beach and you may find you had only covered a small stretch of sand after what seems like hours, or made your way to the other side of the island when only a few minutes have passed. Only gods may come and go under their own power, and even then, they must have the permission of the island's master.

The island is shaped like a massive horseshoe, with snow capped mountains marching around the outside of the island. Dense armies of pine trees battle their way up the slopes, only to be stopped at the frost line. Nestled into the foothills of the mountains at the top of the horseshoe is the house, though villa would be more appropriate. The tall single story residence made of pink coral stone is massive and sprawling. The bay is ringed by white sand beaches all along the inside of the horseshoe. The waters of the bay and surrounding ocean are turquoise and crystal clear.

As they walk up the beach to their home, Annabeth gushes about the designs they saw, and how she'll incorporate them into New Athens. "...And those stone carvings from Machu Picchu would be a great accent for the columns from Mesopotamia. And the skyscrapers from Dubai, I can tell already Zeus..."

"Wise Girl, I don't think we're alone.", Percy says, as he notices the group of girls waiting at the entrance to his home; he sees Piper, Zoe, Bianca, Silena, Hazel, Reyna, and Rachel. Joining them are eight nymphs. All are dressed in traditional Greek chitons. Hazel looked to be the youngest, at 15.

The lead nymph, a nereid who appeared to be one of the oldest, at around 17, speaks up first.

"Welcome home, Master. My name is Nalinda.", she says.

"Oh, hey. I'm Percy, or Perseus if you're feeling formal.", starts Percy. "Triton said I should expect servants on my island. I just kinda assumed they would be air spirits, like on Ogygia. And what are Piper and them doing here?"

"There are air spirits to attend to those matters, Master, which we can see to as well, if you desire. The other girls and we nymphs are here to..."

"You're concubines, right?", asked Annabeth, bluntly.

"Yes, milady.", the nereid bowed.

"Sorry. I always failed my vocabulary tests. I thought concubine meant sex slave.", Percy said, hesitantly.

"You are correct, Master. We are here to-", Nalinda began.

"Perhaps later, Nalinda?", Annabeth interrupted again, as Percy paled. "I believe Perseus wants to spend some time alone, for now. Becoming a god takes some getting used to. Is there somewhere we can go to have some privacy?"

"Of course, mistress. All of the bedrooms are soundproof when closed, but if you wish, there is a small cabin at the end of the eastern arm of the island.", she offered.

"That sounds perfect. Thank you, Nalinda.", Annabeth said before half dragging a speechless Percy away.

It didn't take long to reach the 'small cabin', which was easily the size of a circus tent. Inside, was a single room, with warm wooden panels surrounding simple furniture carved from driftwood, with a central fire pit for warmth.

All of this went unnoticed, however, by the hyperventilating sea god.

"Who thought this would be a good idea? Was it you Zeus?", Percy asked to the sky, causing thunder to rumble. "Don't give me any of that, Sparky! I'm not a demigod anymore. I don't have to lick your sandals! I'm the God of Loyalty for fu-"

"How about we don't start another war, Seaweed Brain.", Annabeth chimed in as the rumbling in the sky intensified. "Take a deep breath."

Percy complied, then carried on, albeit much more calmly. "And you, why aren't you freaking out? You wanted to gut Rachel even before we started dating, you glared at every girl at camp that said more than three words to me, and need I remind you of what happened to that mortal girl at Goode that asked me to prom?"

"Calm down. You're gonna have an aneurysm.", she said with a steady voice. "This might take a bit, so just sit down." Together, they sat down on the foot of the king sized bed. Annabeth took his hands in hers, and stroked them with her thumbs. "We always talked about how weird it must be for Nico and Hazel to be ripped from their own times, but you forget, the first time I went to the mortal world since I was seven was on our first quest when I was twelve. For all that time, I grew up learning about Themistocles, Leonidas, Theseus, and countless others. To us, they weren't characters in musty old books or myths and fairy tails. They were our siblings and our cousins. I used to work on Daedalus' own laptop for crying out loud. I'm as much Ancient Greek as I am modern American, maybe more. In the mortal world, you were my boyfriend. End of discussion. Now, we live in the world of ancient Greece, the land of gods and legends. In that world, powerful men have multiple wives and keep concubines. That's just how it is. No one from that world questions it, and I certainly don't."

"But-"

"Percy, mortals today fly in metal tubes hundreds of feet off the ground fueled by decomposed plants from millions of years ago extracted through miles of rock, men have walked on the moon, and we use phones capable of storing the entire library of Alexandria in our hands to look at funny videos, and no one questions that. If you're a bad enough parent, Social Services comes and takes your kids away, which was unheard of before the 20th century. Everything is about context, and you have to get used to living in more than just the world you grew up in."

"Alright. But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna cheat on you. I am the God of Loyalty, after all."

"It isn't cheating if you have my permission, is it?", she asked.

"I guess not, but-"

"You do realize most of them are here as a peace offering, right?"

"They're people, Annabeth, not property. And what do you mean, 'peace offering'?"

"I'd guess most, if not all, of the nymphs came from families that supported the wrong side in one war or another. Rachel is most likely here to pay for Apollo, ditto Reyna for Camp Jupiter. Zeus probably didn't take kindly to Atlas' daughter being in his domain, so he sent her here. Hades is so scared of you that he sent you both of his daughters and pulled Silena out of Elysium. I'm not sure what Piper's here for though..."

"But I'm not-"

"Listen up, Kelp Head. YOU. ARE. TERRIFYING. In a world filled with monsters, gods, titans, and giants you always come out on top. You dispersed your own father so thin that he's never coming back. Only the most hardcore immortals do that, and you did it while still a demigod."

"Fine. Say I accept all that. I can still leave them in peace. I don't have to, you know..."

"Have sex with them? I'm afraid you have no choice. I did a lot of reading while on Olympus. Apparently there are enchantments, more like curses, that bind concubines to their masters. These enchantments...punish them if they don't service their master often enough. Hera, Athena, and Artemis have been trying for eons to unravel them, and while I might be able to help, it certainly won't be in time for these girls."

What she didn't tell him was that part of her was excited for the harem. One of the things she loved most about Percy was that even though he was the most constant thing in her life, the one person who'd never abandoned her, who had kept every promise he'd ever made to her, he was always changing. The lovable doofus she first met disarmed her, and started to burrow its way into the walls she had put up. Then came the protective big brother, who wouldn't abandon his monstrous half brother even in the face of persecution and ridicule from almost the entire camp. After her encounter with the Sirens, Percy comforted her, afterwards treating her just the same even after he had seen her at her weakest. Then came the conquering hero, rebellious bad boy, and many others, which basically meant that she had every guy a girl could want all rolled up into one obtuse, infuriating, delicious package. While she treasured his gentle sweetness, there was just something about Percy taking charge that set her skin alive with electricity. Now she had two new flavors of Seaweed Brain to enjoy. Annabeth had no doubt that she would taste the devoted husband tonight, but Percy had always been hesitant with his more dominant aspects. Perhaps spending time with his harem would bring that part out...

Percy stared at their entwined hands, mulling over their fairly one sided conversation. "I guess if I have to..."

"Percy, don't act like some part of you never fantasized about something like this.", Annabeth accused.

"Hey, I'm a guy. But I never would have acted on them if-"

"If we were still demigods living in Manhattan in 2011, which we aren't.", she finished.

"Fine, Wise Girl, you've convinced me.", he sighed. Thoughts and ideas that he had kept locked away, unthinkable before, now started to surface. Mockingly, he said, "I guess I'll just have to get used to beautiful girls taking care of my every need."

"That's more like it. You deserve a reward after all you've been through. I still expect you to treat each and every one of those girls with kindness and respect, you got me?", she said with the stormy gray eyes that put the fear of his girlfriend, now wife, in Percy.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Jackson.", he chuckled. "For now, though, can we forget about all that, and focus on us?"

"I'd like nothing more, Mr. Jackson."

They tumbled into bed, lips tenderly moving against each other. Percy started by pushing the straps of Annabeth's dress over one shoulder, kissing the newly exposed skin before repeating on the other side. Annabeth, meanwhile unbuttoned his shirt while playing with his ear in her mouth. As the top part of her dress came down, exposing her blue bra, her husband lightly moved his hands underneath the strap, playing with the ridges the fabric left behind on her flesh. Annabeth became impatient and unclasped the bra, throwing it off the bed before pulling his face away from her neck to press her open mouth to his. Percy took the hint and started exploring with his tongue.

Percy began to slide his hands up her thighs, brushing her dress up until it was bunched around the sash cinching the dress to her waist. After removing her panties, he began to stroke her sex, finding that she was already dripping with arousal. Sensing that his beautiful wife needed sex more than she needed foreplay, he settled himself between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance. He stared into her eyes as he entered her, relishing how her eyes widened the deeper he went until he was fully sheathed in her flesh and her eyes had rolled back into her head. They'd started experimenting with rougher sex not too long ago, but nothing could compare to how connected they felt when they took it slow. Every wet millimeter of her sex enveloping him as he moved with her, welcoming him home. Every part of Annabeth pulled at her husband, trying to close the nonexistent space between them, her hands tangled in his hair pulling him to her lips, her heels digging into his ass pulling him deeper. He knew that the longer they took to get there, the more intense their final orgasm would be, and so, Percy kept the pace slow, determined to delay their eventual release. Some corner of Annabeth's brain knew what he was doing and why, but that part wasn't exactly in the driver's seat at the moment. When he stopped just as she was tensing up, Annabeth took one of her hands from his hair and moved it to rub her clit. Percy intercepted her hand, and pinned both above her head, causing her eyes to snap open in surprise. Percy stared into her pleading grey eyes as he held himself against her, denying her the friction she so desperately sought. As soon as she calmed down, he started again, his pace laboriously slow, providing just enough pleasure to inch her towards release, before he pinned her beneath him again, immobilizing her with his weight, again denying her satisfaction. He repeated this process again, and again, and again until Annabeth was practically crying with need and exhaustion. Preparing for the end, he released her hands, allowing her to start furiously rubbing her clit as his hands found her waist, angling her hips to allow him even deeper into her. Every thrust was slow, but steadily building in force until their bodies were slamming into each other. Annabeth abandoned her clit to rake her nails across her husband's back, feeling his old scars ripple over straining back muscles. Again he captured her mouth, demanding entry which she enthusiastically returned, tongues dueling for dominance. Just before her climax crashed over her like a tsunami, Percy gripped her head by her hair, fastening his lips over her mouth, swallowing her orgiastic screams, savoring the taste of her while she writhed beneath him. Her pleasure pushed him over the edge and he came just a moment after his wife, with one final thrust he buried himself into her, wrapping his arms under her ass and the other behind the small of her back to hold himself in place while he emptied his seed into her.

He laid there, on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows, staring at her glorious face with it's post coital glow. As their breathing returned to normal, Percy turned them so that he was on his back, with Annabeth laying across his chest, and together, they drifted off to sleep.

I know little to nothing about architecture, so sorry if that little blurb in the beginning about Machu Picchu and Mesopotamia didn't make any sense. I just wrote what I thought sounded good.

Note: sea god (lowercase) simply refers to any deity associated with the sea. Sea God (capitalized) refers to whichever deity rules the seas (Oceanus, Poseidon, and now, in my fic, Triton).

Annabeth did go to Olympus, but I'd hardly say that counts.

I realize that marriage customs in the classical world don't exactly mirror this (most actually agree that monogamy, while having sex with concubines/slaves, was the norm, and also that concubine doesn't explicitly mean sex slave) but I'm making another executive decision and putting my foot down.

Also, this story might start feeling more like Henrie's original. Not entirely sure yet, but just a warning in case you feel deja vu. Don't worry too much though, I have plenty of OC scenes lined up.

So, how angry would you guys be if I just retconned Artemis to the Loyalists? Would negate everything I've said in authors notes/reviews. No story reason or background other than to support her father, even though he's a jerk. I know I responded via author's notes and reviews, but I haven't written anything fic-canon yet. Also, the closer I get to writing those parts, the less I want to write them with Artemis as a rebel. I hope I don't have to remind you that I'm doing this for fun so no hate, and I'll probably just write it however I want, but I wanted to get your feedback before I really commit. Part of me is saying to stick it out, I've written it already, the other part says, fuck that, do what feels right.