The Aphrodite Method
AN: Enjoy a Poseidon/Amphitrite-centric chapter. Heads up for the first half of the story because there will be some half-rated M in it – but I didn't go into full detail since I suck at lemon/smut. Now, I know I'm getting a lot of demands for Zera (Zeus/Hera) chapters, but you guys have to understand that I need to balance the chapters between the three couples. As much as I want to write every daily task in the Zera POV, it wouldn't be fair for the two couples (who I also admire very fondly). Just please be patient about the goings of the story since its central focus is the tri-couple and not just Zera. I'll make sure to satisfy your Zera needs (because really that's my forte). Thank you for understanding, and I hope you enjoy this steaming chapter!
Chapter 10
Amphitrite
Amphitrite was known for her sentimentality. Not many people know it, but to those closest to her – they knew that her sentimentality was stronger than a sixth sense. Monte Carlo was a sentimental place, merely because she had lived there for six years with Poseidon after he swore an oath to never have any more demigod children. It was a good six years, and a few good years after until… well, until her.
The sea goddess tried so hard not to dwell on her husband's mistake. Besides, he's done it before and frankly, she had been kind to most of his demigod children in the past. But this one… this one just struck her way more than she expected. It was the product of a broken oath, which gods and all other creatures (Nereids in particular) take very seriously. So really, you can't blame her if she starts acting all bitter whenever the topic of Percy Jackson comes to light. She hasn't had an ounce of a motherly care for him… yet. Given the situation under The Aphrodite Method, she had a feeling she had to "reconnect" with her husband's demigod children otherwise the fate of the world and blah blah blah will burn into smithereens.
They arrived at Monte Carlo faster than any plane or boat possible. When your husband is the lord of the seas and is, quite luckily, one of the Big Three – there are advantages. For mortals, it would take days before they could reach Monaco alone. They got there two hours after they left Aphrodite's office.
Monte Carlo Beach was probably the most significant area they've been to; probably because they spent their night swimming and meals there – but mostly because at that area, everything, for once, felt different. Like she knew he'd never cheat on her again. She knew that it'd be painful to stay there, knowing that she'll be dwelling on the impossible; but these past few days, she learned to give everything a second shot, if not for the umpteenth.
Amphitrite had just returned from their hotel room when she saw Poseidon flirting with three blonde ladies in varying-colored bikinis under their shade. See, there's that other problem why she found it so hard to go forth with the method. He just couldn't take his eyes off of pretty ladies. Yeah, he'd tell her that she was prettier than any of them – but if you're a Nereid whose hearing-potential was far greater than any of the Olympians themselves, you tend to hear the shit your husband says behind your back.
As she approached their shade with much grace and the highest order of restraint, one of the three ladies saw her and nearly paled. Blonde #1 tried to nudge Blonde #2 who was taking with Poseidon, but Blonde #2 waved her off like a fly. So Blonde #1 tried for Blonde #3 who, thank the gods, got the message and paled just as badly when she saw the sea goddess. Now Blonde #1 and Blonde #3 were bugging Blonde #2, who was now more irritated than ever for disturbing her conversation with Poseidon.
This time, Amphitrite cleared her throat loud enough for the four to hear her. Blonde #2 finally looked up to frown, but when she saw who had been bold enough to disturb them – her skin turned as white as snow. Poseidon turned, but instead of nearing the state of embarrassment like the three girls, he grinned at her like it was totally normal for him to flirt with three pretty ladies.
"Babe!" Poseidon's grin widened as he took off from his beach chair. His ripped body glistened against the summer sun and with only his swimming trunks with him – it's hard to stray from the sight of him. He was a freaking stud. "You got that Media SPF lotion?"
Oh, he wanted to play coy now. Amphitrite grinned back convincingly enough as she nodded and said, "Oh yeah, babe. Thank the gods I didn't forget it this time."
"Wouldn't want that lovely skin of yours to burn, ey?" He was standing before her now, just inches away that it could have made her melt into a pool of sea water if she wasn't a Nereid. Much to her expectant surprise, he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. He brought his lips close to her ear then whispered, "Play along."
Before she could let her husband explain, she took a fistful of his raven locks and slammed his lips against hers. A low growl came from Poseidon before he tightened his hold on her, deepening the kiss in the process. From the corner of her eye, she could see the three blondes staring with flushed, angry faces. It only increased her need to insult them when her husband started to dip her low, the way those Rom-Com movies do when the couple finally shares that one special kiss. Yeah, those blondes were fuming like tomatoes now.
When Poseidon finally pulled away, she hadn't realized that she stopped breathing. By the gods, he was one hell of a good kisser – whether he was in the feat of acting it out or not. Amphitrite placed a hand on his chest and grinned up to him playfully. They both turned to look at the three blondes who looked like they just witnessed death.
"Oh, ladies." Poseidon beamed at them with a wicked smile. "This is my beautiful wife, Amphitrite. Sexy, isn't she? Say hello for me."
"Lady Amphitrite," Blonde #1 and #3 bowed quickly, trampling on their words. Blonde #2 sniffed disdainfully, but she bowed reluctantly.
"Our apologies, your highnesses," Blonde #2 spat rather bitterly in her sugar-coated voice before dragging Blonde #1 and #3 away from the area.
As soon as they were a foot away, Amphitrite couldn't help but double over in laughter. Poseidon joined her as he dragged her back to their shade which was now free of way-too-revealing and flirty blondes.
"You know those three?" Amphitrite giggled as she took her place on the beach chair next to her husband's.
"Two nymphs and I think the middle one with the snarky attitude was a minor goddess whose parent and name I give no crap about." Poseidon explained to her, making no motion to take his seat. "Honestly, Amphitrite, you really think I'd flirt with them knowing I'm having "fun" with you?"
"Gee, I wouldn't know." She rolled her eyes playfully as she shifted on her chair so now her back was revealed and her face met the fabric of her seat. "It wouldn't be the first time, anyway. Now, give your sexy wife her Medea SPF. The last thing I need is to burn under the sun faster than anyone could say Styx."
"Oh, Amphi – you don't need that." He told her but just as she was about to protest, he started carrying her off the beach chair like a sack of flour.
"Hey!" She complained as she pounded her fists on her husband's large back, but she doubted it made any damage. "Put me down, you big oaf! I'll pulverize your balls, you hear me?!"
"Keep it PG for the kids, love. Now… into the sea where you belong, baby." He said in between baritone laughs as he walked them up to the beach. She only realized way too late how near they were to the water. Before she could start kicking him in places that would hurt the living immortal out of him, he tossed her into the mercilessly cold waters of Monte Carlo.
Amphitrite submerged after she made sense of what just happened to her. She shook her head, causing strings of her blonde hair to slap water near other swimmers. They gave her nasty glares, but she didn't pay them any attention. By now, Poseidon was already standing right next to her; curling his strong arms around her waist before lifting her up to him. Instinctively, her legs clung around his waist and she held onto his shoulders for dear life.
He was still laughing at her, which caused the sea goddess to spat at him. "You asshole! I could have drowned!"
"That's silly, my little seashell." He chuckled as he nuzzled his nose against hers. "Are you not a sea goddess?"
She splashed a string of water against him, but that only made him laugh even harder. At that, she tried to suppress her own laughter but even her own restraint found the situation humorous. He then started carrying her over to a deeper part of the beach, causing mortals to stare at them either in awe or horror because none of them could get past the depth of the beach line.
"Cowards." He muttered against her ear, causing her to giggle in response. After a few more minutes, they were finally miles away from the beach line – and what once was sand where he stood was now nothing but water and depth. "I think this is the perfect spot now. Don't you think?"
"Hmm," She mumbled in agreement as she stared at the awed and horrified looks of the mortals who looked like slightly larger ants in the distance. "Wait, perfect spot for what?"
"This." And in that instance, he captured her lips in a searing kiss that quite literally took her breath away. He bit at her bottom lip, emitting a moan from the sea goddess. His hands roamed freely from the nape of her neck, to the length of her back down to the cheeks of her butt. At this, she couldn't help but pull away from him for both air and clarity.
"Oh, Poseidon. Not here." She breathed out, but he started biting the flesh of her neck tenderly now – a low growl coming from him as a response. The more his hands got frisky, the naughtier his lips graced her skin. Every nerve in her body jumped up on its hind legs, sincerely ready for what her husband had in store for her. Even though they looked miles away from the interested crowd, she had a feeling that the mortals could decipher what they were up to – and what they were about to do.
"I don't like to be kept waiting, Amphi." He moaned against her collarbone as his fingers began to untangle the straps of her bikini's bra. "Tell me what you want, love. I'll give it to you."
Amphitrite couldn't think straight with all the frisky touches and the sucks and kisses of his lips against her skin. While they had their share of lovemaking in bed, it had been ages since they've done it on the waters – ah, and in public view too, she might add.
"Amphi." His voice was more earnest now, more needing as he started to snap the straps off her underwear. Any minute now, her material would be floating to gods-knows-where and she'd be naked against her husband's hold.
"Take me as you will, Poseidon." She gasped wantonly; and it was all her husband needed before they found themselves lost in each other's voices and touches – savoring every second like it was the last they had together.
Poseidon
They were through minutes before the lifeguards finally came to "rescue" them in a lifeboat. Poseidon tried not to laugh at the foolishness of mortals, but he did have to remember that they were disguised as mortals and mortals don't just walk over the beach line like that bearded man in that Catholic religion people believed so wearily these days. So they were "saved" by the lifeguards and they were thanking every higher being that the couple was safe. He could tell by the look on their pale faces that they wanted to be mad, but overall they were just glad they didn't drown and haven't gotten eaten by a shark or something.
For the rest of the day, they did all sorts of water sports like parasailing and jet-skiing. The local nymphs and satyrs that resided in Monte Carlo took notice of them every now and then, seeing as majority of them ran the hotel that they were staying at. But if they wanted to harbor gossip about the king of the seas finally taking his wife out to have a good time – then let them. At least the gossip was more positively exhibited.
On the night before they would depart to go back to the sea palace, he had dinner prepared for them at the beach-side. While it wasn't really allowed due to hotel rules and whatnot, Poseidon paid the nymphs enough sea dollars to make it happen. He'd pay just about anyone for the happiness and satisfaction of his wife.
"Oh, wow." Amphitrite's eyes widened in surprise once she saw the set-up.
"Do you like it?" Poseidon asked her from behind, kissing the crown of her head in the process. "I know I screwed up in Montauk and I'm sorry. Consider this as compensation for my idiocy."
"You were an idiot." She nodded approvingly as he led her to her seat on the other side of the circular table where their meal awaited. "But you're the only idiot I would love for the life of me."
He sat adjacent to her and took her hand on the table the minute he was settled. The nymphs had prepared them a roast-beef meal which was, admittedly, a bit hard to find in a country rich in seafood. While he understood the resource of being known for seafood, he was still disgusted to see innocent sea creatures being butchered for mortal meal. Why he even allowed such a rule since the ancient times, he had no idea.
Soft, classical music enhanced the ambiance of their dinner. Waves lapped gently against the shore in a manner so calm that it reflected its master's mood greatly. The night sky twinkled with stars and constellations that he knew so well. One could say that it was the perfect date, straight out of a Nicholas Sparks book – one in which his wife had taken great interest in. For a mortal who's only known romantic love through one woman – he did have some pretty grand ideas.
They conversed in a manner that didn't involve sarcasm or the sudden need to throw utensils at each other. For once, it was peaceful. No mentions of affairs or problems that usually got in the way of their relationship. Perhaps it was under Eros's or Aphrodite's control, but even if the two love gods intervened, he would still be thankful. It's not every day you get to dine with your wife without having the sore need to strangle the life out of each other.
After they finished their meal and is slightly tipsy from the amount of wine Dionysus, according to a satyr, particularly chose for them – he invited her to dance.
"Dance?" Amphitrite asked wearily as the first verse of Michael Buble's "Have I Told You Lately That I Love You" played in the background. "Do you remember the last time you invited me to dance? I nearly sent you to Apollo for stepping on your toes."
"Oh, the pain is still there, my little seashell." Poseidon chuckled as he offered his hand which his wife took reluctantly. He led her near the shoreline where the waves lapped against the sand before taking her in his arms. "For a Nereid, you're a clumsy dancer."
"That's because I hardly danced with men before you sent Delphin to get me, you persistent oaf." She laughed as he began swaying her effortlessly when the second chorus came into a more upbeat tone. "I am not to blame for your soon-to-be broken toes, my lord."
"Then break them." He challenged her playfully as he gently swayed her to the tune of the song. He laid his forehead against hers as their bare feet met the cold rush of the waves against the shoreline. "It would be a privilege to have my toes broken by you."
She giggled angelically as he dipped her low, just enough for the tips of her blonde locks to be tickled by the waves. "That's a quote from a book I can't seem to remember. Have you been reading my Nicholas Sparks and YA books?"
"Where do you think I got the crazy idea of a candle-lit dinner on the beach?" He shook his head as he pulled her back up to twirl her, her sea-green maxi dress fluttering beautifully as she spun back to him. "Your little author is quite the romantic."
"Oh, for the sake of inflating your ego – you do exhibit more romantic gestures than his books' leading males." She admitted as she nuzzled her nose against his.
They were rambunctious for a few seconds, twirling and spinning each other with such fervent need, along with his wife occasionally stepping on his toes. Hell, his toes were probably sore by now – but he swayed her nevertheless, pulling her flush against him as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.
"You should dye your hair back." He whispered to her once as pulled her closer for a slow dance as they reveled in the mellow tone that the song continued to play.
"Dye my hair my back?" She squeaked against his chest.
"Yeah." He nodded as he cupped her chin for her to look at him. "As much as I love blonde on you, I really missed your raven locks. Why did you dye your hair anyway?"
"Oh." She blushed as she moved her gaze towards the sea before them. "I just… I thought maybe I could look more like my sisters. You know, pretty blondes and all that."
"Why would you want to look like them?"
"Because I was insecure, okay?" She spat bitterly at him, her eyes now focused on his. "I realized that maybe if I dyed my hair or changed the way I dressed that you would take notice. That maybe… just maybe you'd stop straying from me. But no matter what I try…"
A tear slipped down his wife's cheek, and just the sight of that made him feel like an idiot. He stopped swaying her just as the song ended. His hands found their way to her cheeks, holding them gently; afraid that if he held on too tight that she might break like glass.
"Hey, you didn't need to do that, okay?" He said apologetically. "I don't want you to change because you think that what you are isn't good enough. You are good enough. By Hades, you deserve better than some lying, cheating bastard like me. I was really considering of letting you go because you weren't the same Amphitrite who was just… Amphitrite. I thought maybe that I could send you off to a more decent merman… someone who'll care about you. But… I didn't have the heart to. I love you too much to let you go."
"If you love me, then why would you stray?" She asked incoherently as tears began to stream down her once brightly lit face.
"Look, my little seashell. I can't explain my affairs and I certainly don't have an excuse for it because I know that what I did was a shitty way of treating my wife. But I can make it right again." He promised as he wiped her tears with his thumbs, catching every stray tear as gently as he could. "I can. Just… just give me one more chance, Amphi. If, at some point, I'm caught in the net – I want you to find someone else."
"Poseidon!" Her eyes were wide as saucers now, all drenched in fear and anger. "Don't say that!"
"Promise me, Amphitrite." His voice croaked this time. "Promise me you'll find another man the second you find out I've strayed again."
"Stop that! Please stop!" She shook her head violently this time as she, too, took his face in her hands. "You're talking like madman. How dare you give me away so easily?! I will never find another man, do you hear me? I will never forgive you if you decide to give me away so easily like I've meant nothing to you! You could cheat me on me for eternity, but I will never condone myself to leaving you. Do you understand what I'm saying? Poseidon?!"
Just before his wife could say more, he crashed his lips harshly against hers. Amphitrite returned the same fervor, winding her arms around his neck as one hand strained to fist a lock-full of his hair. They tumbled carelessly onto the sand, his wife under him. He cradled her head gently with his arm, but he gave no sense of the same gentleness towards his kiss. Because if he did, hell knows how much he'd lose his mind for giving her away.
When he finally pulled away, they breathed heavily as they tried to make sense of what just happened. Amphitrite's eyes were red from all the crying and her cheeks blushed, either from what just happened or from the wine they drank moments ago. She looked so vulnerable under him, and it was practically the first time he'd seen her that way in years. There was that shy innocence and none of that cold, hard defense of hers that she so loved to put up.
"Please don't leave me." He was as vulnerable as he was back at the stomach simulator. But this time, it wasn't fear of never getting out of a stomach he's lived in for so long. It was fear of losing his wife. "Please…"
"I won't." She whispered delicately as she kissed his nose. "As long as you don't give me away…"
"Never." He shook his head before taking her lips softly. "You belong to me as I belong to you. You're my mate. I will never forgive myself if I…"
"Shh…" She shushed him with the tip of her finger against his lips. As she did this, she guided one of his hands to the strap of her dress that at one pull would leave her naked under him. "Just imagine that we only have this moment."
He fumbled for the strap, hesitant at first before pulling it free. He gazed at her longingly, noting her beauty against the moon's light and the way her hair swished beautifully every time the waves hit the dunes. It only took a sentence before they found themselves lost in each other's touch.
"Then we shall have it."
Aphrodite
The love goddess slept too late last night. Actually, she only slept around seven in the morning and woke up two hours later to hear incessant banging on her bedroom door. Much to her surprise, she stayed up late to watch Hephaestus work on the upgrade of the rings. It had to take a lot of careful moving when it came to Poseidon and Amphitrite because those two could not sleep a wink until Amphitrite finally got tired. And she thought she was crazy about sex.
But when she saw the couple through her crystal ball, she saw how beautifully they came to be. It's not permanent – all those lovey-dovey things they've done. Eventually it'll fade, but isn't that what The Aphrodite Method is for? To rekindle their once so eloquent romance? While they may find themselves in a rut in the future, surely the "box" would help them. But the "box" would have to wait… and everything else, really, because the loud knocking was really getting to her head.
"I'm coming, sheesh!" Aphrodite muttered crankily as she hopped off her bed, nearly tripping in the process. When she opened her doors to reveal the tri-couple, she sighed tiredly. "My apologies if I look like a mess. I have just woken up. Please have a seat, your majesties."
"You just woke up?" Hera asked as they all entered the room. "It's nine in the morning, Aphrodite. Unless my son was here and you've been spending the hours dillydallying."
"You'd be surprised to know that Ares wasn't here and he hasn't been for days now." Aphrodite yawned in reply as she began to rummage under her lacquer desk. "So, tell me. How was your little… vacation?"
"Awful." Hera muttered under her breath.
"It was amazing!" Persephone squealed delightedly.
"Perfect." Amphitrite sighed dreamily.
Aphrodite peeked up from under her desk to eye Hera. "What do you mean by awful, Lady Hera?"
"Imagine you're on your way home." Hera drawled out bitterly as she eyed Zeus beside her. Zeus, on the other hand, was fiddling with a keychain of what looks like a mini Eiffel Tower; averting his wife's gaze. "Everything was perfect that day! It was magical. Popped right out of a Nora Roberts novel. Oh, but I knew it was too good to be true. Apparently, someone thought it wasn't enough."
"In layman's term?" Aphrodite arched a brow.
"He flirted with the female pilot of our plane." Hera huffed disdainfully as she counted with her fingers. "And the stewardess and that one lady that was assisting us out of our hot air balloon. Do you need me to count how many there were? And why he wasn't paralyzed for thirty minutes per harlot?"
"Oh." Aphrodite blushed nervously. That would explain why Hephaestus was so worried about the rings last night. There was a malfunction on one of the rings when she first brought it to him for upgrading. It didn't take a mind-reader to know whose ring was it. "I suppose… I should have those rings checked immediately. I apologize if such an occurrence happened."
"Yes, well, this whole vacation was a joke." Hera spat.
"I wasn't flirting with them!" Zeus reacted defensively this time. He looked meek, but he didn't back down when his wife glared at him. For a minute there, Aphrodite actually believed him. She would know if a man was insinuating flirtation. "I was simply conversing."
"And "simply conversing" as you so lightly put it is caressing their arm or holding their hand?" Hera backfired as she crossed her arms on her chest. "Some simple conversing you had with such "gorgeous" and "lovely" ladies."
"Hera." Zeus sighed in frustration as he rubbed his temples. Aphrodite decided against the idea of telling them the truth. Let Zeus explain himself truthfully for once. "For the umpteenth time, those were accidents."
"Accidents?! Really, of all the things you could have said, that's your excuse?" Hera was fuming now, which scared the life out of Aphrodite. Sooner or later, the queen of the gods would start blasting every inanimate object in sight.
"Alrighty!" Aphrodite laughed nervously despite how sleepy she still felt. She rose from under her desk as carried a brown box with her. "Honestly, you two. This is just one of those "in a rut" days that can be fixed with a kiss on the lips or a romantic dinner at Hebe's. You'll have to get over that for now or talk it out later because your next daily task is a bit more… challenging than the previous ones you've had."
"Gee, what could be more challenging than spoon-feeding each other?" Persephone asked sarcastically, but she didn't seem to be fazed like Hera because she was resting her head on Hades' shoulder.
Aphrodite smirked as she popped open the box she held before turning it over upside down. From inside the box stumbled out a total of ten baby kittens in varying colors. The whole room was suddenly filled with tiny meows and soft scratching against carpet.
"What are those things?" Hades asked, horrified as he pointed at the kittens.
"Those are kittens, you big-head!" Persephone cooed. "They're adorable!"
"And they're yours!" Aphrodite grinned proudly as she put her hands on her hips.
"Ours?" Poseidon asked as he stared dubiously at the little creatures. "How are these horrifying little vermins ours?"
"You'll see!" Aphrodite said. "Now little ones, go to your parents."
The little kittens meowed in unison as they all went to their respective couples. Five kittens went to Zeus and Hera, four to Poseidon and Amphitrite and one to Hades and Persephone. The husbands looked terrified, but the wives were more than happy to welcome the little ones. Ha. Aphrodite laughed in her head. Says a lot about the Big Three.
"Oh, aren't they the cutest little sugarplums?" Hera cooed as she brought up all five kittens onto her lap. One black and brown kitten started scratching against one of the brown ones, but the tiny feud halted when the queen of the gods scolded them. "No! You don't fight on your mommy's lap!"
"Kittens! Why does it have to be kittens?" Zeus asked incredulously and yelped like a girl when one of the white kitties jumped on his lap. "Get this critter off of me!"
"Oh, don't be such a big baby, Zeus!" Hera frowned at him once the white kitten started wailing like crazy. "Look what you did! You've upset her!"
"How do you even know if it's a her?!" Zeus shook his head in disbelief as he backed away from a caramel-colored kitten that was approaching him.
Poseidon and Amphitrite's kittens immediately turned into hybrid merkitties (half-kitty, half-mermaid) once they all jumped up to the couple's laps. The lord of the seas looked absolutely horrified, but Amphitrite was more than happy to hold and caress them.
"Such lovely little creatures! They're even cuter as half fish. Oh, the irony." Amphitrite tapped on a butter-colored kitten's nose delightedly. "Oh, Poseidon – don't they look adorable?"
"Little monsters, I say." Poseidon muttered as he tried to push an orange-colored kitten away from him.
"Why do they get a lot and we only get one?" Persephone complained as she cradled the black kitty in her arms. "I mean, not that I'm complaining so drastically or anything. This little one is so adorable!"
"Be thankful we only have one. I'm not sure I can live with myself knowing there are five kittens running around. Honestly, what would Cerberus think?" Hades huffed before turning to the love goddess. "This is our task?"
"I want you to take care of these kittens for me. Babysit, if you will." Aphrodite said as she brushed her blonde locks effortlessly. One sweep on a tangled strand of hair immediately turned it back to normal. "This is a test regarding trust and cooperation. Should you choose to ignore these kittens for one second in their time of need, your rings will do its magic on you."
"Talk about forced parenting. But… why kittens?" Poseidon asked dubiously. "And why are they numbered per couple?"
"Oh you'll see." Aphrodite couldn't help but grin evilly which probably scared the wits out of the three kings. Suddenly, her mood changed from maniacal evil to PMS. "Now shoo! Way to ruin a love godess' sleep, huh? I ought to have cursed you with some love potion or something. Off you go now, shoo!"
When she finally had the couples leaving in a hurry – probably in fear of being attacked by some crazy love potion – Aphrodite sighed in relief as she tumbled back to her bed. Only the sound of her iPhone buzzing loudly under her pillow irritated her. But when she saw who it was through caller ID, she smiled lightly, if not too brightly.
Only after pressing the answer button did her smile exceed above the shine of Apollo's chariot.
ATTENTION: Calling all Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus fans that roleplay on Tumblr. My best friend and I are currently looking for a co-admin that'll help us create a post-Blood of Olympus/post-PJO/HOO roleplay group that is centered on the Greek gods alone. There is no full plot yet, but the concept is pretty simple: the characters for the roleplay will be the Greek gods, not the demigods. If you're interested in helping us build this type of roleplay, don't hesitate to send me message here on FF dot net (and feel free to add more ideas if you do have more).
AN: Oh, Aphrodite. What have you got up your sleeve now? You can't go through The Aphrodite Method without experiencing all that mental stuff the love goddess makes you go through. Anywho, thank you for reading this chapter and your reviews! Please comment/review your thoughts on this chapter, and let me know if you have any ideas for some of the recurring daily tasks (because I'm admittedly running out, haha). Stay tuned! –EMPG22HoPe
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