Aphrodite's Game of Hearts

Previous On BTG: I looked down at my cock, still hard. I sighed and locked myself in my room to ease my tension.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series or its Characters. This story is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.

Author's notes: The mastermind behind Percy's love life's intricate web is just getting started.

Narrator POV

As the sun rose over East Manhattan, its light filtered through a private garden filled with daffodils, myrtles, roses, and anemones, casting a glow on a lush townhome. At the back, a sunroom with floor-to-ceiling windows bathed in pink and white hues. The air was fragrant with roses. In the middle of the sunroom, Aphrodite lounged on a chaise, her long brunette hair in a messy bun, her eyes shifting from green to blue to amber, highlighting her lovely features. She wore a sheer robe with 3D lace floral details, bell sleeves, and gold earrings dangled from her ears. She gazed deeply into a compact mirror, a luxurious gift from Ares. The mirror's back is adorned with intricate gold filigree and cherubic figures flanking a heart-shaped emblem. The iridescent blue background shimmered with opalescent hues, and a small crown added a regal touch.

This unique mirror allowed her to see anyone she thought of in Olympus or the mortal world. She had been keeping tabs on Dionysus and Apollo, enhancing their desires for their escapades in Olympus. Closing the compact, she smiled, her plan falling into place, and the love life she was orchestrating for Percy was progressing well. Though she knew Dionysus was trying to uncover her plot, she trusted the erotes would remain silent. Nonetheless, she had to be cautious. If anyone could unravel her scheme, it would be Amphitrite, Athena, or Hera.

Aphrodite leaned back on the chaise, contemplating different routes for Percy's suitors. She was unsure of the developments in the Underworld with Hades and Percy but counted on Hades' springtime loneliness to aid her courtship plans. Her thoughts were interrupted when one of her handmaidens and charities entered the sunroom. Thalia, with honey-colored hair and eyes, an hourglass figure, and a cynical face, wore a fitted white button-up shirt with black buttons, three undone, paired with a short black pleated skirt and black pumps. Thalia carried a breakfast tray with a glass of Bellini, a fluffy croissant, an assortment of cheeses, thinly sliced meats, and fruits.

Thalia stopped a short distance away. "My lady, your breakfast is ready."

Aphrodite nodded, her eyes still fixed on the compact mirror. "Thank you, Thalia. Set it down here."

Thalia approached the chaise and carefully placed the tray on a small table beside Aphrodite. "Is there anything else you require, my lady?"

Aphrodite shook her head slightly, her thoughts drifting back to her mirror and plans. "No, Thalia, that will be all for now."

Aphrodite shifted her gaze from the mirror to Thalia, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Actually. I need you to gather some information for me. Discreetly. Dionysus has been particularly noisy lately, and I must stay ahead of him. Know what he knows."

Thalia nodded, her honey-colored eyes glinting with understanding. "Of course, my lady. I will be as discreet as a shadow."

Aphrodite smiled, appreciating Thalia's loyalty and resourcefulness. "Good. And Thalia, one more thing. Send a request to Poseidon's court. I would like to have a meeting. Things are getting interesting with his favored son, and I have insights into one's heart. Perhaps he would like his fears soothed."

"Consider it done," Thalia replied, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

As Thalia left the sunroom, Aphrodite turned her attention to her breakfast, her mind racing with new strategies and plans. The intricate dance of suitors and Percy continued, and Aphrodite was determined to choreograph it to her satisfaction. As Aphrodite enjoyed her meal, looking out at the garden, a thought came to her, and she grinned. She patted her mouth with a linen napkin and finished the rest of her Bellini.

An hour later, Aphrodite was dressed in a red backless midi dress and matching spaghetti strap heels, getting into the back of a white 1957 Cadillac Eldorado after shopping near Central Park. Pasithea drove off, heading east before taking a left, passing many buildings and shops as they left.

"A meeting with Poseidon has been secured at Daniel, my lady. Heading there now," Pasithea informed Aphrodite. Smiling, Aphrodite pulled her compact from her designer handbag to fluff her hair before relaxing into the leather seat.

Twelve minutes later, after being helped out of the car by the doorman in front of Daniel, Aphrodite was escorted inside and to her table by the maître d'. Daniel's interior exuded elegance and sophistication. High ceilings and grand chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the space, enhancing the rich burgundy, gold, and cream hues. Crisp white linens covered the well-spaced tables, each adorned with gleaming silverware and crystal glassware. Plush, upholstered chairs added comfort, while large windows allowed natural light to filter in, giving the room an airy feel.

Tasteful artwork adorned the walls, adding a touch of classic refinement. The bar, with its polished marble counter and high-backed stools, showcased an impressive array of spirits and wines. Soft background music contributed to the serene atmosphere. Aphrodite headed toward the back of the restaurant to a discreet booth where Poseidon sat in deep thought. As she approached, Poseidon looked up, saw Aphrodite and the host, and rose to greet her.

"Aphrodite," he said, his voice carrying the ocean's depth. "Always a pleasure."

Aphrodite smiled warmly, her presence illuminating the room. "Poseidon, you bring a touch of the sea to this place."

He offered a courteous nod. "And you, as always, bring beauty wherever you go."

She leaned in, giving him an air kiss near his cheek, her perfume leaving a subtle, enchanting trail. "Thank you, dear," she said as she settled gracefully into the seat across from him. Poseidon took his seat and looked over to Aphrodite before sighing.

"My attendant informed me that you might be able to offer some help or insight into the trouble my son is facing?" Poseidon inquired.

Aphrodite settled comfortably into her seat, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Indeed, Poseidon. The heat your son faces has become quite the topic among the gods. This phenomenon seems common among certain species and usually requires suitors."

Poseidon's brow furrowed. "I see. And what of Apollo? I've heard rumors."

Aphrodite nodded, her expression serious. "Yes, it appears Apollo has taken an interest in Percy. He's been making advances since you last saw Percy at the spring equinox. Apollo has been bold, trying to win him with charm and other wiles."

Poseidon sighed, rubbing his temple. "Apollo always did have a way of meddling where he shouldn't. But Percy… he's resilient. He isn't swayed easily; he's strong."

Aphrodite leaned forward, her tone softening. "True, but Apollo is persistent. There are others as well, each with their methods of pursuit. Some gods might see this as an opportunity to control you through Percy. You should consider sending suitors for your son as well. Suitors you trust."

Poseidon's expression darkened with concern. "Percy has faced many challenges, but this… the matters of the heart can be more complicated than any monster he's fought."

Aphrodite reached out, placing a comforting hand on Poseidon's. "That's why I'm here, Poseidon. I can offer guidance, perhaps even steer some of these suitors away. My influence over matters of love can be quite persuasive."

Poseidon looked into her eyes, gratitude and worry mingling in his gaze. "Thank you, Aphrodite. Your help could make all the difference." He looked down at his hands and continued, "Percy deserves to find love on his terms without being overwhelmed by the advances of politics in our world."

Aphrodite briefly smirked before he looked back into her eyes. "Exactly, Poseidon. We can ensure Percy's heart and body remains his own."

After meeting with Aphrodite, Poseidon's eyes were opened to his son's situation. He left Manhattan and swam back to Atlantis, his mind heavy with new concerns. Poseidon returned to his palace just in time to attend to his duties. The underwater palace of Atlantis was mesmerizing. Weathered by centuries beneath the sea, tall stone columns rose from the ocean floor, supporting the grand architecture. The ancient splendor was unmistakable. Soft, filtered sunlight penetrated the water, casting an ethereal, bluish glow throughout the vast hall. In the distance, an arched doorway led to more corridors, inviting further exploration. Schools of fish swam gracefully through the open spaces, adding life and movement to the serene setting.

Upon arriving at the throne room, the mer guards opened the doors for their god and king. Poseidon made his way to the throne and finally took his seat. His attendants ushered in his court, ready to address the latest unrest among his subjects. Despite the pressing matters, the conversation with Aphrodite lingered at the forefront of his mind.

Poseidon remained distracted most of the day, lost in thought even during mid-dinner. He didn't even notice Triton calling to him. "Father, are you alright?" Triton looked concerned, briefly touching Poseidon's wrist. Amphitrite sat to his right, her expression matching their heir's concern.

"I apologize. I was thinking of my day," Poseidon replied, patting his son's hand before drinking from his cup.

"What troubles you, my lord?" Amphitrite asked gently. Triton, sensing the unease, also approached with concern. "What ails you, Father?" he inquired.

"It's nothing truly," Poseidon replied, setting the cup down and looking at his wife and heir. "I promise not to bring work home, and I won't burden you with it. Please, let's continue dinner."

Amphitrite and Triton looked at each other before continuing their dinner and talking about the latest gossip in the courts. Poseidon's view of the family dinner table flickered before it changed, revealing Aphrodite smirking before closing the compact mirror. The goddess' plans were falling into place. She knew the ball was rolling now that she had a father's love on her side. Aphrodite looked around the tavern, waiting to meet her lover, Ares.

The Harlem Tavern wasn't Aphrodite's usual scene, but she let Ares pick the place this time. The tavern featured a classic brick facade and a warmly lit interior with exposed brick walls and vintage photos. The well-stocked bar offered craft beers, wines, and cocktails. Seating included high tops, booths, and a popular outdoor patio with string lights. Aphrodite sat on the patio, nursing a Santorini sunrise and taking in the sun setting on the horizon. She was earlier than usual for their dates but wanted time to observe the web she was weaving. Aphrodite's darling Ares should show up in the next 10 minutes.

The nervous waiter brought Aphrodite another Santorini. "I haven't finished this one yet, sweetheart," she smiled at the waiter. The waiter was a fit twenty-something brunette with a swimmer's body and striking green eyes. His hair fell in waves to his cleft chin, and he stood at five-ten, hovering over Aphrodite's table, stuttering for a few moments before saying, "I-I just thought you might want another."

Aphrodite smiled. "Well, thank you, sweetie." She took another sip of her drink before continuing, "In the next 8 minutes, bring out a pale ale and order the bourbon braised short-rib special for my main squeeze and the crusted salmon for me." The nervous waiter nodded and hurried back to the kitchen. Aphrodite softly chuckled until she heard the soft tapping of oxfords approaching on the concrete. She turned to her right and sighed in subtle annoyance.

"Well, hello there, Zeus. I wasn't expecting you this evening," Aphrodite greeted the King of Olympus. Zeus is clad in a three-piece dark navy pinstripe suit with an indigo handkerchief in the breast pocket. Freshly shaven, his dark hair slicked back. Zeus came around the patio railing and settled in front of Aphrodite. He glanced down to smooth out his suit as he crossed his legs, then looked up sternly.

"Zeus, why the long face?" Aphrodite mused, taking another sip of her drink.

They silently sat before Zeus spoke, "This isn't your usual place for an outing…"

Aphrodite maintained a pleasant facade, though she was tired of Zeus's subtle jabs about her marriage, especially considering his infidelity. "I have been observing the situation, and surprisingly, there hasn't been much trouble despite your concerns."

"True, but the reaction Poseidon had at the spring equinox was expected yet concerning," Zeus remarked, watching the cars pass by on the street.

"I had noticed the oceans stirring, but I've managed to calm the waves," Aphrodite reassured, her tone gentle yet confident.

"Good," Zeus said, leaning back in his chair. "We cannot afford any more chaos among the gods. There's already enough with the mortals."

Aphrodite nodded, meeting his gaze with a mix of understanding and defiance. "I agree, Zeus. But remember, love is my domain. I know how to handle these matters delicately."

Zeus sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I trust you, Aphrodite. Just keep an eye on things, especially with Percy. His importance to my brother is great, and we can't have any unnecessary complications on Olympus now."

Aphrodite nodded, her confidence unwavering. "Of course, Zeus. You have my word. Olympus' well-being is paramount, and I will ensure that everything unfolds smoothly."

Zeus leaned forward, his tone softening. "I know you will, Aphrodite. Just be careful. Olympian politics are like a double-edged sword, and even the smallest misstep can have significant consequences."

A mischievous glint sparkled in Aphrodite's eyes. "I thrive on the thrill of the game, Zeus. But don't worry, I'll play my cards right."

Zeus allowed a small smile to grace his lips. "I do not doubt that." He glanced at his watch and rose from his seat. "I must be going. Duties await."

Aphrodite nodded, her gaze following him as he left the patio. "Until next time, Zeus."

As Zeus disappeared into the city's evening bustle, Aphrodite sensed a familiar presence approaching. She turned to see Ares walking toward her, his robust frame commanding attention. He wore a casual leather jacket over a fitted black shirt, jeans, and Doc Martins, exuding a rugged charm. Ares tousled his dark hair, and his piercing eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

"Dove," Ares greeted in a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"Hot Stuff," she replied, her tone warm and teasing. "Fashionably late as always."

Ares smirked, leaning down to kiss her cheek before taking the seat Zeus had just vacated. "You know I like to make an entrance."

The waiter arrived with their drinks and food, nervously placing the pale ale in front of Ares and the crusted salmon in front of Aphrodite. " Ribs coming out next," the waiter stuttered. Ares nodded in thanks to the waiter before returning to Aphrodite.

"So," he began, taking a sip of his drink. "How did your day go?"

Aphrodite savored a bite of her salmon before replying, "Productive. As expected, your father is concerned about my actions, but I've assured him I'll manage things." A different waiter brought Ares's ribs out. Ares nodded at Aphrodite, cutting into his short rib. "Good. Less chaos between the Sky, Sea, and Underworld is better. We've got plenty on our plates without adding more drama."

A playful twinkle lit up Aphrodite's eyes. "Coming from the god of war, that's quite a statement."

Ares chuckled deeply. "Even I know when to choose my battles, love."

They enjoyed their meal in companionable silence, the city's ambient buzz providing a comforting backdrop. As they finished, Ares reached across the table, taking Aphrodite's hand.

"I trust you, Dove," he said, his voice serious. "Just be careful. Many eyes are watching, and not all are friendly."

Aphrodite squeezed his hand, her expression gentle. "I know, Ares. I'll tread carefully. But I won't let anyone disrupt my plans."

Ares's grip tightened slightly, and his protective instinct was evident. "Good. Anyone who tries will answer to me."

Aphrodite smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

Meanwhile, Percy was settling into Lord Hades' sitting room in the Underworld. With its dramatic black and gold walls, the room exuded a luxury you'd expect in a place like this. Tall, arched windows framed in gold let in a soft, eerie light, casting a glow on the lavish decor. At the center, a grand chandelier of intricate gold designs hung from the ceiling, lighting the room with a warm, candlelit ambiance. A curved black sofa, rich in texture and adorned with plush cushions, dominated one side of the room. Two matching black armchairs, each with gold accents, flanked a gold-trimmed coffee table with a glass top, which stood as the centerpiece amid a sea of luxurious gold patterns on the floor.

Looking out the window, Percy saw the dark, eerie landscape of the Underworld stretching out before him, a stark contrast to the vibrant world above. The River Styx flowed nearby, its waters black and foreboding. Percy was there for tea with Lord Hades and could feel the tension in the air.

"Percy," Hades finally spoke, his voice echoing through the chamber as he leaned against the faux fireplace. "The tea has arrived."

Percy turned as the door to the sitting room shut and sat on the comfortable sofa, feeling a bit nervous about being alone with Lord Hades without any friends or attendants. "Thank you, Lord Hades."

Hades gestured to the tea set on the coffee table. "Of course. The tea is Earl Grey, and the cookies are Lavender Shortbread. I hope you enjoy them."

The tea set looked like something straight out of a magic shop. Two teacups and a kettle glinted with an iridescent glaze, black with a hint of purple. Inside each cup, the interior was a pristine white. Gold accents traced the rims and handles, adding a touch of Olympian elegance. The saucers holding the cups and cookies had wavy edges, making the whole set look enchanted, which fit Lord Hades.

Percy's heart skipped a beat. "Thank you," he said, picking up one of the lavender shortbread cookies. He took a bite, savoring the delicate flavor.

Lord Hades watched Percy quietly, his expression inscrutable. After a moment, he spoke again. "I trust your stay in the Underworld has been comfortable thus far?"

Percy nodded, setting down his teacup. "Yes, thank you, Lord Hades. Your hospitality is appreciated."

Hades inclined his head slightly. "Good. Now, onto more pressing matters." He leaned forward, his gaze intense. "The incident with Apollo troubling."

Percy's brow furrowed in concern. "Apollo is Apollo. Should I be worried?"

Hades thought and said. "About you and his affections? Maybe. Again, let me know if you ever feel uncomfortable or have trouble."

Percy's face pinked. "Apollo has been… persistent. Though he is harmless, If it does become too much, I will say so myself."

Hades leaned back, studying Percy carefully. "He will not be the only one, I suspect."

Percy hesitated, unsure of how the heat would affect others. He hasn't had much contact with many people so far. "There may be others, yes. But, hopefully, my search for a solution will tell me some effects."

Hades sighed deeply, his features darkening with concern. "You must be cautious, Percy. Many gods and immortals can be… relentless in their pursuits."

"I know," Percy replied, his tone resolute. "But I won't be swayed. And, of course, I would be safe here with you, Lord Hades."

Hades nodded, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. "Of course. Stand firm, Percy. Your body is your own."

They sat in contemplative silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation hanging between them. Percy broke the silence, shifting the topic slightly. "How are things in the Underworld? Any disturbances?"

Hades's demeanor softened slightly. "No major disturbances as of late. The souls are relatively calm."

Percy relaxed marginally, glad for the change in subject. "That's good to hear."

Hades poured himself another cup of tea, then gestured to Percy's cup. "More tea?"

Percy shook his head, smiling faintly. "No, thank you. I'm fine."

After some time, Percy finished his tea and cookies, signaling the end of their meeting. "Thank you again, Lord Hades, for your hospitality and the conversation."

Hades nodded, his expression unreadable. "You're welcome, Percy. Remember, if you ever need guidance or assistance, my door is always open."

Percy stood, offering a respectful nod before rising and leaving the sitting room to return to his quarters. As he walked through the halls of Hades' palace, he reflected on the complexities of his situation and the different side of Lord Hades he saw. The gods' interest in him was flattering and daunting, and he knew he would need to navigate these turbulent waters cautiously.

In East Manhattan, Aphrodite sat in her bedroom. Everything bathed in the room in shades of red and pink, from the plush, oversized bed to the velvet curtains draped elegantly over the tall windows. The walls glowed with a rich, rosy hue, making the room feel as if it pulsed with warmth. In the center, a chandelier of gold and crystal hung like a piece of Mount Olympus, casting a soft, enchanting light over the space. The furniture was an eclectic mix of luxury and whimsy: a sleek pink sofa paired with golden, sculpted coffee tables that Hephaestus himself carved. The bed, with its mountain of fluffy pillows and silky covers, seemed perfect for sinking into after a long day of divine duties. Aphrodite continued her delicate dance of orchestrating love and intrigue among the gods and immortals that would play a part in her web. Her plans unfolded smoothly, but she remained vigilant against potential threats or disruptions to he plans. As she sat in her bed, glancing into her compact mirror to check on various gods, she plotted her next moves with calculated precision.

Thank you for continuing to read this story and for all the lovely comments and favorites. I wanted this chapter to check back in with our mastermind and background characters that would help the story along. So, what else does Aphrodite have in store for Percy? How will Posideion interfere with or support his son? Hades shows a side that Percy hasn't seen; is this an effect of Percy's heat or this ploy? Until next time on " Bedding the Gods."