"I know what I'm going to do. I'll make them all in love with each other." Aphrodite says quietly. Well, not quietly enough that her husband couldn't hear. He burst out laughing at her idea. She glared.

"Well… now you know my plans." she whined. She didn't want any of the gods, except maybe Ares, knowing her plan. She sighed.

"Well… maybe you can help me. "

"How?" he asked.

"By staying out of my way." She replied.

He stormed off to get some nectar, grumbling about how wives never think much about their husband. He poured the nectar into a wine glass and just watched the show.

Aphrodite scoped the room, trying to decide who to make in love with whom. After a few second she walks back to her husband's side.

"This is what I've come up with," she says as she summons a piece of paper. She writes the couples down on a piece of paper.

He looks it over, muttering all the names as he skimmed it. After muttering one couple he would look at her, wondering where she got the idea.

"Athena and Apollo?"

She shrugged.

"Zeus and Hermes? Wait, Father and my half-brother? Never mind. I don't want to know."

"I just wanted to promote gay rights."

"And incest."

"Don't we gods already do that?"

"Yes. But I don't think Parent /Child relationships are appreciated as much as brother/sister."

"What would you know about what's accepted by mortals?"

"And why would you know. Are you some mortal in disguise?"

"Never mind. You don't understand. Continue looking at the list."

"Demeter and Dionysus?"

Maybe they'd realize there is stuff called Wheat Beer and Barley Ale and quit fighting about it."

Poseidon and Hestia? But Hestia wasn't even part of the arguments."

"So?" Hephaestus shook his head. His wife could be so strange. He should have asked Zeus for Athena. (!) Surely he would have given him her just so he'd let Hera go. He was selfish like that.

"Artemis and Random Male. Who the hell— "

"There's this really handsome male who needs a girlfriend in the lobby."

A conversation came to Aphrodite's mind.

Artemis stood in her living room, glaring at the girl. Aphrodite stared back. The twelve year old girl spoke, with a tone of annoyance.

"Aphrodite, if you dare mess with my Hunters ever again, you or Eros, I will send both of you to Tartarus." Aphrodite wondered why she sounded so upset. The young girl had never gotten so upset when she did it before. She wondered why she was so upset when she did it to Thalia. Yeah, sure the girl was her lieutenant and half-sister, but still. She had only joined the Hunters so she wouldn't be the child of the prophecy. Artemis should've known she wouldn't stay with her forever.

She watched Hera storm out of Olympus. She'd left the goddess alone for this experiment. She was the goddess of family after all. Aphrodite would never dare influence her to cheat on her husband. She wasn't that mean and devious. Just like she would make sure the male in the empire state building's lobby dint do the unmentionable with Artemis.

"Why didn't you do anything with Hera?" Asked her husband.

"I can't. She'll kill me."

"So will Artemis, Hestia, and Athena. Specifically Artemis." Aphrodite shrugged. She didn't want anyone knowing she actually cared for the maidens.

"And you forgot Ares! Why."

Aphrodite smirked. He still didn't realize she would always favor his brother over him. Oh well…

(! ) Just wanted to mention, before I get a lot of reviews saying this is wrong that the whole Athena/ Hephaestus thing.

In some myths, Athena was born and Hera got jealous that Zeus could have a child by himself (Athena) so she had Hephaestus by parthenogenesis. In others he's the child of Zeus and Hera, and Zeus asked him to split his head open because it hurt, and when he did Athena was born.

It's confusing about who caused who's birth with these two, so I went with the one that Athena's elder. It's more realistic anyways, as Athena's the child of Zeus and his first wife.

Anyways, does anyone got any couple requests. I'm thinking of doing a few more of these before I give it my surprise ending.

*Hint hint*

Until next time,

The person who you will never know the real name of.