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audreyscribes · 4 months

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

🍇DIONYSUS; God of Wine making, fertility, theater, festivity, and insanity. 🎭

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

You get claimed in an untypical manner. You heard of demigods waiting for a sign of their godly parent claiming them, with a glowing symbol above their head. Instead, when you get introduced to the camp members, Mr. D appears carrying a can of diet coke and casually states “No need to put them in the Hermes’ cabin. They're one of mine's”

Cue the record scratch. This immediately brings a lot of confusion and gossip. Many eyes look between you and Mr. D who doesn't seem bothered at all. You saw Chiron sigh and place his hand to his face, giving your godly father a disappointed headshake. Then you hear Castor and Pollux yell that they have a new sibling that they didn't even know about?!

You get a lot of looks of sympathy and jealousy. You don't figure out why until a little bit later on. Chiron fills you in with a reassuring voice but also speaks with an exasperated tone to Dionysus

Although you guys can't make wine or touch anything alcohol related, you did inherit Dioynsus' wine making skills. This includes also being good at making infused drinks or mixing drinks that range from mixing soda flavours together to making your tea blend. Even if the flavours shouldn't work together or whatever the drink type you're making, you just can. You are your own personal barista.

Putting this first and out of the way, you're both in a blessed and awkward situation where you are able to see and interact with your godly parent. Mr. D tries to treat you like every other demigod in Camp Halfblood, and that makes it awkward when you don't know if you should call him “Dad” or “Mr. D”, but at the same time, you know you have it better then others.

It doesn't mean Mr. D doesn't keep an eye out. When you dedicate your offerings to the gods and look at him when you do it, you can just see Dionysus’ face soften and his eyes have a hint of affection.

Don't ask how you or your other half-siblings came to be if Mr. D was sentenced to Camp Halfblood. You won't get an answer from but at least you know you're not alone and the twins are glad to have a baby sibling. Get ready for the youngest sibling treatment.

Dionysus is the God of Theatre so you have a theatrical flare. Even if you're introverted, you're not exempt; this can be applied in how you do certain things or be rather convincing at times. If you're extroverted, well, you're automatically the Theatre kid.

This turns out to be rather useful in events like Capture the Flag in a state of mania. When the heat of the battle starts to get to you, you feel your godly parent's power begin to rise in you and you can use that theaters flair to rouse your teammate's spirits up. You can also get a bit maniac and effect your teammates and enemies alike and become rather terrifying.

You have a bit of a green thumb so you can find some solace with the Demeter kids. However, unlike the Demeter kids who can just make plants grow and flourish, your green thumb only really applies to plants you have an interest in like Dionysus with his grapes…or now strawberries. Regardless, you can keep a houseplant alive at least.

Aside from a few very selected people within Camp, you're one of the few people who has seen Mr.D's true form. Not his godly form or the Mr. D you've seen, but the form he usually shows in front of mortals. Then it becomes very obvious how your other parent became so enamoured. You thank him silently for taking up his current form because you’re not going to be ready to hear about Mr. D being a DILF.

“Welcome to Cabin 12!” greeted Castor and Pollux as they opened the door to the cabin. You looked inside and saw how lived in the cabin was. It was clear the twins didn't expect to have another sibling and judging by the absolute shock that your shared father was supposed to be stuck in Camp, they really didn't expect him to have another mortal child.

You also noticed on one of their nightstands there were stacks of Coke and Pepsi, each belonging to one of the beds. There were copious amounts of it, and you wonder if being a child of Dionysus was a prerequisite of having a drink as your go-to drink. Like wine fo Dionysus…though you heard he had to switch to Diet Coke due to his punishment.

“Yeah, sorry for the whole…mess,” said Castor as he looked sheepish. “Pollux and I weren't expecting anyone else to be here, especially since it's been so long since we've first arrived. And you know, our dad, being, well-”

Pollux cleared his throat, “What Castor means, despite everything, we're thrilled to have a baby sibling. We've always been together so we're not that alone, but every now and again, we kind of get envious of the other cabins and having other siblings.”

You smiled when the door is knocked and a new bunk bed is being brought in, Castor and Pollux grinned at you. “Come on, let's get your stuff and space ready, and let's go see our dad.”

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alexetbishop · 3 months

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THE SUN AND THE MOON

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Demigod!Reader

Summary: Kate makes a visit in your universe after weeks of not seeing eachother.

Word count: 2.5K

Pure fluff. Kate is such a dog mum. This is taking the sapphic long distance experience on a whole other level. Reader is a daughter of Apollo.

a/n: there might be a prequel of this on the workings. It's still an abstract idea but I already got something laid out.

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"Okay, I'll come and pick you up tomorrow morning at 10:00. And if I find you two doing cheeky stuff again you can say bye-bye to your personal multiversal taxi." America warned Kate as she was opening a portal right on the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

"Just to clarify, we were just making out." Kate points out. "We were half naked but only making out." She adds mumbling to herself. She took a step forward, finding herself in your universe. "Whatever. You own me so many pizza balls for this." America grumbles before closing the portal.

You were sitting at your desk, music was blasting through your headphones as you were finishing up an assignment on your computer.

Kate opened your window and jumped inside your room. She smiled as she saw you concentrated on your work. Her backpack slips out of her shoulder, hitting the hardwood floor. She sneaks behind you and takes your headphones off.

"Whatcha listening to?" She whispers in your ear. You jump on your seat and turn around.

"Oh my god!" You whisper shouted. "Kate? What are you doing here?" You stood up from your chair, a smile plastering on your shocked face. You weren't supposed to see her until next week, so this was certainly a very nice surprise.

"Hi, baby. 'Was just popping by. Wanted to see what my beautiful girl was up to." She shrugged as her hands found your waist, immediately connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. When you draw back you notice she has cuts and bruises all over her face and probably on her body too since her suit was all ripped and a bit bloody. You tilt your head. "Did you come here because you wanted to see me or because you want me to be your personal nurse again?"

"Both?" She raised her eyebrows and made her famous puppy eyes at you. You shake your head and chuckle. "Take off your suit." You step back, crossing your arms under your chest. "Eager, are we?" She teases as she peels off her archery suit, throwing it on the floor. Now she's left with a black tank top that accentuates her muscular form and some boxers that had purple hearts on them. Of course she was wearing something like that.

You roll your eyes. "Just stay still." Your hand reaches her jaw, where a fresh and deep cut was glaring at you.

You took a deep breath: a golden aura began to shine around your body. Kate felt your warmth streaming from your fingers to her jaw. In a matter of seconds the cut disappeared. "Who did you fight this time?" Your hand moved to her forehead. "Just some thugs that were trying to steal some kind of dangerous substance. It was a pretty cool fight, actually. I knocked out three guys with only one shot." She says proudly. You smile at her being all cocky of her actions. "That's amazing, love."

As your hands were moving all around her body, healing her from every single bruise and cut, she rambled on and on about her mission. You had to force her to stay still because she was moving around trying to demonstrate how she back flipped and knocked a guy out kicking him in the nuts with her left foot.

Once her skin was smooth again you removed your hands and returned to a normal non glowing human. "Thank you, princess." She smiled at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. "You knows you're always so hot when you do that. Literally and figuratively."

You chuckled and sat down on the bed, reaching for a bottle of soda on your bedside table and drinking it to get your full strength back.

Kate crawled on the bed, laying on top of you. Her arms cradled around your hips and her chin rested on your midriff as she gazed up at you with her dazzling angel eyes.

"I missed you." She whispers and leans her head forward. She starts to leave a trail of butterfly kisses from your collarbone to your lips. You can't help but giggle at that sweet action.

"I missed you too, Katie." Now her face is right above yours. Your hands find the small of her back and caress her there, your touch is as soft as a feather while you draw heart shaped figures on her bare skin.

"Lucky misses you too." You could feel one of her calloused hands sliding up your back and reaching your neck. "He's always so excited whenever I say your name." She then lets go of you, and goes to retrieve her phone that was in her backpack. "I've got a few videos of that, actually." She crawled back next to you, opened her gallery and pressed play on a video of Lucky being all happy and stomping around as his tail was wagging like an helicopter. You chuckle at the adorable sight.

For the next few minutes Kate proceeds to show you every single video of Lucky she had. (even the ones that you had seen a million times already) "Wait! I almost forgot." She reached in her backpack, taking out a small folder. She opened it and inside there were dozens of pictures of her, Lucky, and a couple with her team too. "I printed some more pictures for you." You melted. Kate knew you couldn't have a phone (being a demigod was really shitty sometimes.), and every time she made sure to print a lot of pictures (and yes, some of them were spicy too). You, in the other hand, were more prone to writing. So while you had an album full of pictures, she had a folder with all your letters and poems.

You couldn't help but to lean forward and kiss her on the lips. "Thank you." You looked at the pictures for a few moments and then looked up. "I got something for you too." You stretched your arm to open the drawer of the bedside table and took a small notebook, handing it to her. "It's a small scrapbook I've been making for the past couple of weeks." There's all kinds of things: poems, flowers, pictures and small things that remind you of her.

The corners of Kate's mouth reached her ears. "You're amazing, princess." She took the scrap book in her hand, starting to open it and flip through the pages. You stopped her. "Nah uh." You put your hand over hers, shutting the scrapbook closed. "That's for later. When you're back home."

Kate rolls her eyes. "Fine." She carefully puts the scrapbook in her backpack. She crawls back to you, fully laying on you and burying her face in your neck. She starts giving you little kisses on the same spot. "Come with me." She says in between kisses. "Come back to my universe."

"Katie, you know I can't." You sigh. Being long distance was certainly not easy. Especially if you both live in different universes, and don't have any type of communication besides iris messages, that you discovered can work between universes, but those can last just for a couple of minutes. (One time you left the "call" go on for the whole night. You had to toss 15 drachmas to pay for it. The inflation has reached the mythical world too apparently.)

"Please." Her soft voice was humming against your skin. You wanted to. You wanted to be with her, be close to her, falling asleep in eachothers arms and waking up to Lucky jumping on the bed and licking your faces. But you had your family to take care of. You were the oldest of the family. Your mum worked all day long, leaving you to take care of your two little siblings. And also you had college. You had missed the whole first semester due to the whole "disappearing into another universe thing" and now you had to catch up.

"I promise that I will, just not now. I have so much going on right now. I can't just disappear again after being away for months." You made her look at you, cupping her cheeks. "You promise?"

"I promise." You whisper, a small smile tugging on your lips.

She leans in and kisses you. She wants time to stop. Tomorrow morning she'll have to go back and it's going to be another couple of weeks until she can see you again. So she doesn't dare to pull away from you. She wants to be in your arms forever.

Soon her tongue slides in your mouth, sinking into you. But it's not enough. Touching you isn't enough. Her hands move up and down your sides, squeezing your waist over your sweater. Or better, her sweater that you stole the last time you went to visit her. Her fingers graze your stomach and slides her cold hands under the soft fabric. Your skin perks up, a shiver running down your spine to Kate's electric and intoxicating touch.

"Katie..." You whisper when her lips detach for a millisecond. She just hums against your mouth, her hands sliding upwards. She knows you're not wearing a bra underneath.

"Darling..." You say again a bit louder but she continues. And right when her fingertips are about to reach your breasts, you stop her. She leans back from your face, her hands don't move, they're warm, now having stolen the heat of your body. She's looking at you with her mouth agape, she's slightly panting, her pupils are blown out and tendrils tickling your now rosy cheeks. "We can't do that right now."

She furrows her eyebrows and she's about to ask why when someone knocks on your bedroom door. "Y/N?" It's your mum. You totally forgot that on Sundays she only works in the morning. Shit. She tries to open the door. This is the only time you thank the gods for having a crappy and old apartment. The handle of the door is almost broken, so it's pretty hard to open it unless you know the right mechanism to not tear the knob out.

"Quick. Hide somewhere!" You tell Kate as she panics and jumps out of the bed. She looks around and then she hears a click. The handle slightly turns and the door opens. Kate crouches down and slides under your bed right before your mum walks in your room.

You quickly put all the pictures that were next to you on the bed under your pillow and smile innocently. "Hey, mum. What's up?"

"I've made tea, do you want some?" She asks.

"Uhm- no. Thank you. I'm fine." You fold your arms under your chest.

"Are you sure? You've been in here for the whole day. You need to take some breaks from those books." She points at your messy desk.

"Yeah, I know. I'm taking one right now. You know, laying in bed and- looking at the ceiling." Kate has to hold in a laugh for your lame response. "It's very relaxing. You should try it."

"Alright." She says reluctantly. She takes a step back when she notices Kate's backpack on the floor next to your bed. Fortunately her suit was on the other side so she couldn't see it. "What's that?" She points at the black backpack.

"Oh. That's uhm- Will's. He left it here yesterday." You lie. But it was pretty effective because Will actually came to visit you the previous day. He would never own a backpack like that but your mum buys the lie and nods. "Hm. Okay. Well, if you need anything I'll be in the living room. Your siblings want to see Cars again." She states and closes the door behind her.

"Okay. Cool, thanks. Have fun!" You hold your breath until you can't hear her footsteps anymore and pat the side of the bed. "Coast is clear." Kate rolls out from under the bed and lays on your bedroom floor, a smirk on her face. You sit criss cross on the edge of the bed and look down at her. "What?"

"You're right. It is relaxing watching at that nice and smooth ceiling." She mocks.

"Shut up." You dangle down one foot and lightly kick her on her hip. She fakes a hurt face and pouts. She stands up and now she's the one looking down at you. "So, I gather you haven't told her yet?" You shake your head. You did want to tell your mum about Kate. But you know she would freak out. She's... very protective, to say the least. The first time you heard of camp half-blood or the term 'demigod' was when you were 15. You didn't even suspect anything since monsters wouldn't attack as you weren't as powerful as some other demigods. So she took that as an opportunity to keep you safe next to her. But the time comes for everyone and one day, after a big fight with her, you sneaked out, walking all the way to camp. And it wasn't a nice little promenade at all with monsters attacking you left and right every single step.

You only reconciled after the whole thing about your dad getting transformed into a teenage boy. Now you were on pretty good terms again, but her protectiveness hasn't ceased that much.

"I want to. I really do but... She'll definitely ban me from going to see you." You look down. "If she even finds out that in those months I've been in another universe and not at camp she'll probably get into a coma." You scoffed.

"Yeah, but you're an adult now. You are way capable to make your own decisions." Kate sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"I know. But the past months we became so close, more close than we've ever been and I don't want to ruin that again." Your eyes are fixed on your lap. You stop the urge to take your fingers to your mouth and bite your nails. Kate sees you getting anxious and she places her hand that wasn't around you over your hands. She speaks with a calm and smooth voice. "Hey, get those bad thoughts out of your head. In the first place, you didn't ruin anything. And secondly, I'm okay with you taking your time. I won't push you to do anything you don't want to." She kisses your temple and then presses your forehead against it.

You lean into her touch and exhale deeply. Then you turn your head, your eyes fix on her collarbone, the sun necklace you gave her is shining on her toned skin. You had a matching one, but with a little moon charm instead of the sun ("That way, it's like we will never be apart." Kate said when she gave it to you.). Then your gaze travels along Kate's features until you meet two oceans rumbling in front of you. "I really love you."

She smiles. "I love you too, baby." She pauses and her sweet smile turns into a cheeky grin. "So no head?"

You chuckle and shake your head. "Can't risk having my whole family hearing your pretty sounds." You peck her nose, making her scrunch it in an absolutely adorable way. "Those are only for me I'm afraid. I can propose some cuddling with a little make out session if you'd like." You suggest.

"Okay. That's fair." She nods in agreement. "Let's get started then, we have so little time and I have to tell you so many things." She climbs on top of you and gently pushes you down the bed. You giggle and your lips press together.

You stayed up all night. Talking about random stuff, taking breaks to make out, and chat again trying to maintain your voices and giggles as quiet as possible.

And it's in these moments where you understand that whatever happens, you won't ever let go of eachother. Because despite the distance you need eachother. The sun and the moon will always need eachother.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x you #fluff #marvel #hawkeye tv show #demigods #lucky the pizza dog #demigod reader #young avengers

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marvelflame2010 · 3 months

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Clarisse: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life

Y/n: Please never become a surgeon

#incorrect percy jackson quotes #incorrect pjo quotes #incorrect percy jackson #incorrect pjo #pjo incorrect quotes #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #demigod reader #incorrect quotes

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theoneand-onlyharper · 3 months

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Someone needs to write an imagine about a love triangle with Aphrodite’s daughter(demigod) who is in a love triangle with Hephaestus child and Clarisse La Rue(established relationship Myb?) and Mr. D is just there for the show.?

#pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo spoilers #pjo x reader #pjo #pjo fandom #percy pjo #pjoverse #demigod reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #long reads #avengers imagine #percy jackson #luke castellan #yandere greek gods

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glowsticks-soda-and-magic · 6 days

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Cass we’re getting high wanna come?

Yep! Forest this time since weed day is over? -Cassidy

#cassidy raven chaos #percy jackson rp #percy jackson oc #percy jackson and the olympians #ocs #demigod reader #riordanverse #child of dionysus #heroes of olympus #pjo

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l0ve-dov3 · 2 months

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sweet perfume.

✧˖°🌷📎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

luke castellan x apollo! reader

summary: in which luke in a regular visitor in the infirmary, and for the first time, you realize how much you liked having him there.

warnings: none, i don’t think? just lots of pining and obliviousness

word count: 880

authors note: this may or may not become a series, if people like it enough, so please tell me if you’d like to see more!

Sweet.

Soft, subtle, floral, but most of all sweet.

Luke breathed deeply as you leaned over him, gently wrapping gauze around his bruised and bloodied arm. “You just can’t stay out of the infirmary, can you Castellan?” You chuckled out, sparing a glance at your well-injured friend.

“What? You don’t want me to visit, Sunny? I thought you loved me.” The ravenette retorted, smirking slightly as you shook your head. He watched as the tiniest grin bloomed on your face, making his chest tighten with warmth as he took in another breath of your perfume.

Luke loved to lay there–at least two or three times a week–just basking silently in your comforting presence. The boy always seemed to have something wrong–a cut, a bruise, a random pain or headache–but as silly as it was, it endeared you, and you nursed him gently every time. He loved that about you. No matter how many times he turned up, in the same bed every week, you never questioned him; simply took him by the hand and cared for him, like the little angel he thought you to be.

“I love to have you visit, but recently you’ve been more of a troublesome resident.” You chortled, chasing Luke out of his thoughts, “You have to stop getting hurt eventually. It’s making me wonder if I need to tell Chiron…”

Luke rolled his eyes playfully, swatting away your gentle hand as though you’d offended him greatly. “Tell Chiron, and I’ll never ever talk to you again.” He spoke childishly, earning a stifled laugh as he turned away from you.

“Luke Castellan, you know you can’t stay away from me that long.” You said shortly, placing your fingers under his chin to turn his head back.

Your smile enchanted him, so bright that it battled the stars and rivaled the sun. With his eyes boring into your own, he nodded slowly, unable to find words as you tended to the tiny scratch on his face. He could sit like this forever, he thought, drowning in your soft voice and gentle nature. He loved the way your fingers held his chin straight, and your tongue pushed against your cheek in subtle concentration. He loved the way your gaze softened when you saw him walk in, the way your eyes seemed to sparkle and your steps felt more floaty.

He loved the way he couldn’t stay away from you. He loved how you were right.

But despite all of those things, he was still uncertain if he loved you.

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Luke had been making his stops at the infirmary for a while. You’d smile when he knocked on the door, the setting sun peeking in, leading him over to his regular spot for an hour (sometimes, several hours) of laughs and conversation.

Until, one week, he didn’t come.

You found it odd, how your stomach sank with each passing day. You didn’t quite know why it hurt so much, sitting on the edge of ‘his’ bed like a lovesick puppy. You should be glad he wasn’t roughed up all week. But still, you sat there; hoping he’d knock on that door with that cheeky smirk and golden laugh.

For as long as you’d known Luke—and you’d known him ages—you’d never known him to suddenly drop a routine. He wasn’t the best swordsman at camp from skipping training, or taking random breaks. No, you’d seen him, waking up at the crack of dawn and practicing in the arena. Nearly every day for three years. So why, you wondered, had he suddenly quit on you?

You found it unlikely that he wasn’t getting hurt, which a swordsman’s training usually entailed. Maybe, he was patching himself up for once. Maybe, he didn’t need you anymore to ease his pain.

You sat there, wiping the blood from a camper's scraped up knee, with your thoughts running rampant after a solemn week of waiting. You had tended to plenty of campers in that time, maintaining your welcoming smile and soothing voice. Today was just like the others. You finished cleaning up your last camper, sending the younger boy off with a peck on the head. The gesture made him giggle, hugging you before running off again. The small interactions brought you a bit of joy, making new connections, meeting new people. You loved making your mark on camp, and as an Apollo kid, that mark was left in the infirmary.

It almost made you wonder if your mark was left on Luke.

Just as you were about to leave, your satchel packed and your heart heavy, you heard a series of knocks on the door.

“Sunny? Are ya’ still here?”

You felt your heart stop.

Clumsily, you rushed to the door, a smile forming on your lips as you opened it to your favorite face. He was standing there, just as he always was, with that cheeky smirk and golden laugh. You stared into his sparkling brown eyes, surrounded by tiny scratches, just as they always were. You glanced at his curly hair, soaked and sweaty, just as it always was. And with not a second left to waste, you pulled him into a tight, longing hug.

“Hey.” He greeted again, taking a deep, long breath, “Gods, I missed the smell of your perfume.”

#luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell #apollo #cabin 7 #luke x reader #demigod reader #percy jackson #pjo tv show #pjo series #lovers #aesthetic #camp half blood #oblivious #friends to lovers

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genz420 · 19 days

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Cabin 12 Headcannons 🍇 🎭

Masterlist | Rules

Content: Cabin 12 headcanons

Warning: Memiton of addiction, but Dionysus is the god of wine so..

The cabin with the closest siblings in my opinion

I feel like Mr. D would only have 2-4 demigods at a time

So that leads to them being super close

They all tend to have the same features of curly hair and purple eyes

A dead giveaway to who is their parent

They would all tend to be on the bigger side

Not that they are not strong, they are

But they would not have the typical Greek god look

Their beauty would be intoxicating though

Like the type of beauty where it’s obvious god is real because it’s not fair

Best hair in camp tbh

Also, Mr. D claiming them would be totally different from his usual trick with demigods and trying to get wine

Just straight up points at them and announces that they are his spawn

Some are the typical party-lover extroverts who can make friends with anyone and everyone

Then there are the theatre lovers introverts who have a close group of friends but when it comes time for the play of the summer they give the best performance that the camp would ever see

Mr. D def makes the camp do plays

He is the god of wine and theatre and can’t have wine

Would force the campers to do theatre to make them just as unhappy as he is

Big English teacher making students read Shakespeare vibes from him

Not Drama teacher vibes

But no matter what kind of kid they are, they would totally memorize Hamilton to spit the Hermes cabin

Because Hermes is Lin-Manuel Miranda

They are rolling with the LGBT+

Whether queer themselves or the biggest ally ever

They are also the campers who give the best advice and the type of friends who are always the go-to shoulder to cry on

They are the Camp therapists. Let's be real

I feel like they would get along best with the Demeter, Apollo, and Aphrodite cabins

They have the best relationship with their godly parent

Because no one can convince me that Dionysus doesn’t love his children

I feel like they would either have a horrible sense of direction or the best because of Ariadne

Addiction gene goes hard

Might not be to a substance, but they all definitely have that one thing they can’t live without

Especially have one drink that they love

I like to think that they all have a thirst that can’t be quenched unless it’s with that one drink

Also, they have the best or worst palates ever

Like that one person who only eats chicken nuggets and fries or the one who will eat everything and be a snob about it

They are cat people, not dog

Would definitely be responsible for the export of Strawberries

Bec even if the Demeter cabins help, when a Dionysus kid grows the strawberries it is hard to stop eating them

The most unserious counsellors in camp

Would definitely take a bribe not to report something

Because their dad ain't going to do shit in punishing them

Chiron might tho

Also, the worst people to play cards with

They def cheat and win

But if they are not winning they become the biggest sore losers

Uno is banned in the cabin for sure

Dionysus demigods are the best for the reason of not having daddy issues in a camp where everyone has daddy issues in some way

They can’t shit-talk their dad

He’s right there

I also think most of them get to camp at a young age and are probably not year around campers

But the ones who are year around make sure that camp, during the off-season, is hospitable

Would probably team up with the Hermes cabin to sneak in movies and mortal world media

They plan the best parties for the campers

They are the type to join a cult and end up becoming the leader

Dionysus campers are often overlooked but I just feel like they would be the backbone of camp

#dionysus #cabin 12 #children of dionysus #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo tv show #greek gods #pjo x reader #percy jackson #demigod reader #demigod #percy jackson x reader

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24kmar · 1 month

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𝙄𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩?

moodboard inspired by @mischiefmoons, luke castellan + Dionysus! Daughter series. The title is based off a line in one of the chapters 🤭

"Because when she looked at him with those grape colored eyes, he felt as if he was being strangled by her vines"

#Spotify #luke castellan x reader #Trouble!verse #mischiefmoons #pjo x reader #luke castellan fluff #Dionysus reader #Daughter of dionysus #Cabin 12 #child of dionysus #demigod reader #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo luke #pjo tv show #pjo series #luke castellan #☆𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡☆

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ellis--wakefield · 11 days

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Greetings of pain and sorrow,

I am Ariadne, last known member of the Milan Duchy.

I have recently been informed that you have become my dearest younger sister's paramour? I do hope this little escapade you have decided to participate in will end nicely.

If not? Well, I am getting rusty due to my lack of training again, I wouldn't mind a new target to practice with.

Lots of regards,

Ariadne di Milan, The new Duchess of Milan

Oh gods not again

Right well, once again, I promise I have absolutely no ill intention towards Kat

#son of ares #ellis wakefield #Ooc: I'm laughing so hard right now #They've only just started the first date and Ellis has already been threatened by four different people #I love it #He better not fuck up #Or he's dying very very painfully #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson roleplay #percy jackson oc #heroes of olympus #demigod reader

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 4 months

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Werewolves, Beetles, Kneazles, Demigods, and Gods, oh my!

AN: This is a continuation of this fic here! Thank you to @sinsiriuslyemo for her lovely words on my Remus Lupin drabble. If any of you are interested, I do have another fic where the reader is a demigod in the Harry Potter universe. It's called Discovering the Past and it's available on AO3. In that universe, the reader is a daughter of Demeter and while the final pairing will be Severus Snape and the reader - there will be some soft platonic moments between Sirius, Remus, and the reader.

Warnings: canon typical behaviours and attitudes, a hint of violence, and a steamy moment between Remus and the reader.

“Look here, little girl,” Rita Skeeter sneered distastefully across the table at Hermione. “You don’t have the power to make me stop advocating for a Marriage Law and for a more suitable partner for (Name).” She stirred her tea, “As the daughter of the King of the Heavens, she deserves the best that the Wizarding World can offer her.”

Hermione drew her wand and pointed it at Rita underneath the table, fully intending to use the forced Animagus transformation spell that she had been practicing at night at Hogwarts.

“Hermione may not have the power to make you stop, but I do.”

The Three Broomsticks went deathly silent; everyone in the pub seemed to be holding their breath.

“Lady Hecate! You honour us with your presence!” Rita uttered breathily.

Hermione remained silent. “What do you say to a goddess?” She wondered. Nothing that came to her mind sounded sincere enough. She kept her wand pointed at Rita just in case.

As the goddess drew to their table, Hermione felt the goddess’ power. At first glance, Hecate appeared to be a normal citizen of Magical Britain but the longer the goddess remained in front of them, the more Hermione felt her power. Hermione’s heart thumped erratically as the realisation dawned on her that since all of Wizarding Britain was Hecate’s creation, Hecate would know that Hermione was pointing her wand underneath the table at Rita.

Hermione figured the only thing she could do now was to point her wand at Rita above the table. Rita flinched as soon as she registered Hermione’s movement.

“I would much rather stunned, awed silence than false flattery. You have nothing to fear from Rita, put your wand away Hermione.”

Hermione’s hand tightened on the hilt of her wand but she complied with the goddess’ command.

“I had intended to arrive earlier but while I was here, I decided to tie up a few loose ends. None of Wizarding Britain has anything to fear from Voldemort or his supporters any longer. Speaking of my reason for being here: anyone who attempts to interfere with Remus Lupin and (Name) (Surname)’s relationship will answer to me.” Hecate stated evenly.

“But-”

“Silence!” Hecate commanded, slashing a hand through the air. “For too long I have allowed you to run roughshod in my world.” The goddess clicked her fingers, “As of now, you have been registered as an Animagus. Everyone will know your scuttling form and you will face an unbiased Wizengamot to answer for the scandals and crimes you perpetuated due to your unauthorised methods of gaining information.”

Rita gulped as the patrons of the bar turned around in unison and glared at her.

“It is time to return to Hogwarts, Hermione,” Hecate ordered in a far gentler tone. “You have my thanks and admiration for your willingness to protect a member of my family.”

Hermione swallowed nervously, “(Name) means a lot to me and many others. Words cannot describe how much she loves Remus.”

“Go to Hogwarts Hermione.” Hecate ordered again. “I will not have you witness what is about to happen.”

This time, Hermione heeded the goddess’ words and returned to Hogwarts. As she climbed into Gryffindor Tower, a feeling of calm washed over her and she knew that somehow, everything was going to be all right.

*Extended ending*

“I should be worshipping you,” Remus gasped out in between sighs of pleasure, pleas for more and breathy curses. His hands gripped onto your hips as you ground down on his clothed erection and left wet kisses cross the expanse of his neck and bare chest.

Molly Weasley’s scream had the two of you jolting apart and fumbling for your wands. You unlocked the bedroom door and dashed towards the lounge room. It took you a minute to process what you were seeing. In the lounge room Sirius was in his animagus form, wagging his tail. His forelegs were bent and resting on the ground while his hindquarters were in the air. You had seen his play bow before but what you hadn’t seen was him doing it to the medium sized kneazle that sat attentively in the middle of the room.

The kneazle mewed as soon as it spotted you and moved over to you on unsteady legs. Your eyes scanned the room’s occupants. You noticed Molly, a fully clothed Remus, the twins, Ron, and Harry standing off to the side before the kneazle scratched gently at your leg.

“Well, Hermione. I guess this means Lady Hecate likes you.”

The kneazle purred as you scratched under her chin and looked up at you with a question in her eyes.

“Focus on what it feels like to be human.” You instructed.

In her new form, Hermione retreated and closed her eyes. Her kneazle form rippled and then it grew larger until she was once again human. She shook her head from side to side before reopening her eyes.

“Am I an unregistered animagus? How much trouble will I get into?”

“I doubt Lady Hecate would have put you in a position where you would be facing serious consequences since you haven’t offended her. We will still check the Animagus Registry. If it helps, no one in Magical Britain is going to risk Lady Hecate’s wrath by interrogating you about your new ability; there were too many witnesses in the Three Broomsticks two weeks ago.” You placated the teen.

“Wicked!” Fred and George gasped in unison, “We are going to have so much fun with this.”

#my fics #my writing #harry potter #demigod reader #remus lupin #female reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black #hermione granger #ron weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #molly weasley #hecate #rita skeeter #reader is a daughter of zeus

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superbstarlightsheep · 26 days

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guys who’s going to this little prom thing?

#cabin 12 #demigod reader #child of dionysus

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audreyscribes · 4 months

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

💖 APHRODITE: Goddess of Love and Beauty 🕊

When you arrive at camp, you’re already got eyes following you. There’s something about you that draws people’s eyes to you. It could be your face, your hair, your eyes, your hands when they move, how you walk, how you move. So when you get claimed by Aphrodite, your fanfare is totally expected by others and unexpected when you get a magical makeover by your godly mother’s blessing. You’re dressed to the nines, your look done up perfectly like you're a movie star walking on the red carpet. People stare at you with awe and you can feel it.

The moment you are shown the Cabin, all you can think of is “Oh god it’s a god dang barbie mansion”; this may either fulfill your deepest childhood dream or your worst nightmare.

There’s gossip everywhere in the cabin. You’re hearing about people’s love lives, social interactions, and everything about the people in camp. Even if you’re not as romantically inclined yourself, you’re practically spoiled for choice for hearing about drama. There may be no TV or shows for you to watch, but this is the next best thing. It’s like the Kardashians, House Wives, and Golden Girls all the same.

Shipping. So much shipping. Shipping between campers in your cabin and outside the cabin. Shipping between movie stars to literal characters. Heck, even self-shipping is encouraged! It’s a shipper's galore.

The Aphrodite cabin likes to have fashion runs. A lot of the Aphrodite demigods become models and do a catwalk. But if you’re not that interested in being a model, there are still ways to participate.

If you like to design and make your own clothes, the Aphrodite cabin has your back. You have access to all types of fabrics, patterns, and materials you could need. You have no shortage of models for you to work with. If you’re interested in doing make-up, cosmetic or movie makeup, you have plenty of people to practise on. Even if children of Aphrodite have the ability to have permanent makeup and whatnot, it doesn’t mean you still can’t use your skills to be on fleek.

You know the meme where you see a woman putting eyeliner with the sword to make sure it's sharp? You see that way too often.

You're swiftly proven that functionality being sacrificed for fashion is a myth. It can be done and it has been done, but it's just some outweigh functionality with AESTHETICS

Stans. Stans everywhere. People don’t usually see the Aphrodite kids fight and break character unless it comes to their stan. If you haven’t seen them fight before, you do now. You’re still reeling from the BTS stans.

K-dramas. K-pop. Enough said.

You look at yourself as best as you could, it was both familiar yet foreign. It was like looking at the mirror, seeing yourself and all the positives of your body. Even if you had a negative view of yourself, it was gone and changed.

A girl stepped up, her black hair swaying, and you looked at her in awe as she smiled at you. “Hi! My name is Silena Beauregard, welcome to Cabin 10!”

“Oh hi” you said lamely, but before you could say anything further, you saw a large amount of pink in your vision. “Oh my god” you couldn’t help uttering as soon as your eyes laid on the Aphrodite cabin. It was pink in glory, and all you can think was that it was a true to god barbie house.

“Ah yeah,” said Selina, “Welcome to the Barbie house.��

“Wait it’s really called that?”

“Well, we really shouldn’t be calling it a Barbie house, but ... .I do admit it is pretty much a barbie house” Selina whispered in the last part.

You couldn’t help snicker and Selina gave you a knowing smile and wink, before she led you to the door.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be” you replied after taking a deep breath.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here for every step of the way” she reassured and you smiled back. As soon the door opened, there was a waft of perfume. It wasn’t particularly strong or particularly bad, in fact it made you happy, but you could smell it anyways. There was a twinge of emotion that stirred up in you; it reminded you of smelling a perfume that reminded you of home and love…for some reason, you had a flash of a woman holding you to her chest and you burying your nose into her, your eyes closing with warmth.

“Hey everyone, let me introduce you to our new half-sibling!” introduced Selina, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. You raised your hand and waved, introducing yourself. That was all it took before the flood work came. Immediately, all the inhabitants in the cabin begun to interview you from where you were from, your favourite colour, your favourite colour, band, and etc-

Your head was absolutely swimming but as you all talked to each other, sharing your likes and dislikes, you had a feeling you were going to be alright.

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the-broken-truth · 2 years

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Can I request yandere Zeus x half blood rebellion daughter Reader

Zeus - being the manwhore that he was - had an affair with an earthly woman that owned a clothing store and got her pregnant before leaving her alone with his child - a daughter with snow-white hair and light blue eyes; she was a female copy of Zeus. As she grew, she was beginning to learn more about her powers and trained with them alone because she wasn't fond of other people, but what she didn't know was that Zeus was watching her all the time and saw that she was getting stronger and stronger as the days went on and that made him rather interested in his daughter's development.

[Name's] Mother began getting sick and weak, teaching her daughter the ways of the silk and cloth to make sure that the family business would thrive even after she was gone but her daughter showed the signs of being a warrior and asked her brother to train her to make sure that she can make her own trade - regardless if it was the cloth or the blade.

When [Name] reached the age of 18, her mother passed on and she was moved in with her uncle who continued her training in the way of the warrior but Zeus didn't like the way his daughter began seeing her uncle as a father figure and decided to take what belongs to him.

He appeared in his mortal form and claimed fatherhood of [Name] and demanded that the uncle gave him his daughter but it was too late - [Name] wanted nothing to do with Zeus and told him never to come before her again but Zeus was rather insistent that she joined him home but the girl wasn't having it. Zeus made it to where she had nothing but him by killing off the rest of her mother's siblings - including the uncle that raised her and burning the shop that her mother owned.

When [Name] moved to Olympus, she spent her time in her room and remained there - she wanted nothing to do with her father, but at the same time, Zeus was happy that she remained in her room because he didn't have to worry about the others taking her away from him.

#yandere greek gods #platonic yandere #zeus #demigod reader #daughter reader

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shapeshifting-tsunamis · 4 days

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Oi Myra!

You seem cool

Thought I just tell you that

~ @jaidenscornerof-theinternet

Thanks! You seem pretty cool too! -Myra

#shut up myra is speaking #demigod reader #demigod rp #heroes of olympus #daughter of neptune #riordanverse #percy jackon and the olympians #hunters of artemis

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missno-0ne · 2 years

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SEA FOAM Chap. 1~ Steven Grant x F!Demigod!reader.

❥ Masterlist Summary: After being fired from her latest job and nearly being expelled from university, the daughter of Poseidon has recently moved to London to try and live a somewhat normal life. However, things never turn out quite how she expects them to be when she runs into a certain museum gift shop clerk.

Warnings: Language, violence, slight gore, crossover (if that counts? please let me know if I missed anything at all.)

*Sorry, that was so bad I'm the worst when it comes to summaries* *and apologies if this is a bit OOC, I literally haven't written in a year.*

Word Count: 3k+

Rounding the corner, breathing ragged, I reached for the small compact in my pocket. Feeling a hand grasp my arm, “This way!”

I quickly open the compact revealing a bronze shield with the same dancing and swirling patterns circling the front, the leather strap biting into my arm from how tightly I grip it against me. I can hear Steven gasp behind me, just as the creature before us launches forward biting at my shield…

☆:☆

My eyes scanned the airport in sheer boredom as a man scanned my boarding pass and gestured for me to move forward. I walked forward and started looking for baggage check. Moving was a real hassle, although I suppose I should be used to it, seeing as though I moved every year when I was still in school. But moving to another country? That was a real pain. It was a year-long journey to successfully move to the United Kingdom, or should I say England? There were so many precursors to moving; getting a passport, a job, (after being let go), getting a work visa, taking a leave of absence from college, then finding a place to stay, and finally shipping my stuff across the ocean.

To be honest, I was more full of dread than excitement, I never did well on planes. I shuddered thinking of the last time I was forced to board one, and quickly made my way to sit down. Surprisingly, there were only a couple of other people sitting at the gate when I sat down. I felt the chill of air rushing past me as someone ran across the linoleum, their clothes in disarray, carrying nothing but a briefcase. I opened my laptop and checked my email, nothing much other than past assignments and job application follow-ups. My lips pursed as a ‘ding’ reached my ears. I looked down at my phone and felt a chill, and my arms were covered in goosebumps. It was from my mother. I tentatively clicked the notification and read;

Hey just wanted to let you know your things are shipping out today, Aleta dropped by, she left a pamphlet, do you want me to mail it with your stuff?

I frowned and responded,

No, you can just throw it out, gods know she’ll find my new address and send more.

I hit send and decided to stare out the window at the tarmac for the rest of the wait.

☆:☆

I jolted in my seat as someone started announcing the flight boarding order and stood to get in line.

I shifted my bag from shoulder to shoulder and screamed at myself for having packed so much.

My eyes scan the aisle and I find my seat easily enough, although my anxiety is through the roof, just sitting here. I check my seatbelt at least ten times and pray nothing eventful will happen this time around. I lean back in my seat and listen to the pilot and attendants go over safety measures and slide in my earbuds.

And despite my caution, I feel my eyes fall shut and drift to sleep.

☆:☆

When I awake, the world is falling, no, I’m falling! I look around only to find that the cabin is gone and there is nothing but the sea below me. My stomach lurches, I’ve been here before, I think to myself, as my body hurls downward. I am about to hit the surface before my body stops, hovering just above the blue expanse, and a voice rings in my ear, I feel it reverberating through my body,

Do NOT make this attempt again, girl, I have no patience for rule-breakers.

☆:☆

I gasp as I shoot up in my seat, cold sweat on my brow, the other passengers look at me warily. I smile nervously as I sit back, only to notice that the plane has landed. I sheepishly grab my things and exit the plane, my body shaking, bile once again rising in the back of my throat.

I walk as quickly as I can to the exit and hail a cab. A friendly man with a wide smile asks me where I’m headed and I relate to him the address.

☆:☆

I quickly open the door to my new apartment and slam it shut behind me, gasping for air. Who knew it would start raining that quickly? Although I suppose I should have checked the weather before I left.

The room is pitch black as I feel the walls for a light switch. I flick it on and brace my eyes as the lights come on. This seems to be the living room, its hardwood floors, and white walls, although the one at the back is brick I note. There is a small fireplace that looks like it hasn’t seen a flame in over a century, and a small window with a seat next to the door. I smile as I see a small vase with narcissus flowers sitting on the ledge, a gift from the realtor maybe. I wander into the kitchen, which is essentially a part of the living room, the only thing separating the two being wood-to-tile flooring. I set my bag down on the island and walk through a short hallway in which there are three doors. One a bright cherry red, at the end of the hall, the one on the left a bright lilac, and on the right a deep forest green. I open the red door to reveal the bedroom, the lilac is the bathroom and the forest green ends up being a small closet. I smile when I notice the walls are a bright canary yellow. To be honest, I kind of like it, even if it is a bit strange.

My phone beeps and it's my mom, wanting to know if I got here safe, I send back a quick

‘Yep, heading to bed now, goodnight.’

It must be late over there because she doesn’t respond right away. I scroll through my email for a bit before my phone beeps again, this time it's my little brother, asking if I’m here yet. I smile and shoot back a quick ‘yep heading to bed now though, I’ll call tomorrow,’ but before I can hit send, he sends another text,

‘Aleta’s already bugging me about you, so you’ll probably get some more pamphlets in the mail.”

I frown, Aleta is my best friend, however, she could be a bit overbearing. And by a bit overbearing, I mean handing me a pamphlet, or talking nonstop about the group she joined a while ago, I blank on the name even though I’ve heard it a billion times, every time we’re together. It’s starting to get old.

I grab my bag and quickly look through it, hoping the compact I had was still in there somewhere.

“Aha!” I shout, clasping it in my hands, its bronze surface gleaming in the kitchen light. I look at the weaving patterns and figures wrapped around the side and I remember that summer. It wasn’t all bad I guess, I did get this out of it. Placing it in my work bag, I sigh and look out the window of my new bedroom. I’ll have to get curtains later, I think as I make a note on my phone. After grabbing my blanket from my bag I settle down on the floor and try to sleep.

The morning sun bears down on me as my alarm echoes across the room. I sit up and rub my eyes, look at my phone and-

“Oh shit! I’m late!”

I run to the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and washing my face, no time for a shower, although my hair could use a wash. I almost kill myself changing, slipping and sliding into my pants, and nearly giving myself a black eye on the bathroom doorknob.

I do a mental checklist before going out the door; keys, check, bag, check, wallet, check, laptop, check, phone check. Check check check, and I’m out the door.

After nearly missing the bus, I slide down into an empty seat and let out a sigh of relief. Great, just great, late on my first day, although, I should have seen it coming. My eyes snap open as the bus comes to a halt, and the doors swing open. The driver waits a few minutes before starting to close the door at the same time a man comes running toward us.

“Wait! Wait!” He cries out as he narrowly misses the closing doors. Panting, he walks through the aisle and stops across from me, "Is this seat taken?"

I shake my head and gestured for him to take the seat. He gives a nervous smile back and sits down, wiping his brow before the bus lurches forward.

☆: ☆

The bus comes to a stop and I start to walk towards the doors, glancing out the window at the building of my new job. I practically sprint to the doors but make sure to hold the door for the person behind me. A security guard greets me and a woman clears her throat.

“Late on your first day, are you?” She says shaking her head.

My face burns as I apologize profusely, “I am so sorry, I missed my alarm this morning, it must be the jetlag!” I say, scratching my head, my eyes burning a hole in the ground, wishing I was anywhere but there. “Well, nothing you can do about it now,” She huffed, turning and walking briskly beckoning me to follow. I walked quickly after her, my face ablaze.

“Now, seeing as you’re a new hire, tour guide right?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I said as we walked into what looked like a storage room.

“You can keep your things back here then,” she says gesturing to a set of lockers.

I nod and open a locker, carefully placing my things inside, and taking a deep breath, my heart racing. Please don’t mess up today, please don’t mess up. Don’t set anything on fire, flood the bathroom, or summon a hydra.

“Well, I’ll call over one of our other tour guides and have them show you the ropes, just wait here.”

As the woman left, I stared down at a table with boxes upon boxes, filled with, merchandise? I stepped closer to the table and smiled a bit when I saw a small keychain of a pyramid? I hummed to myself and entertained sending one to Aleta. She’d love it, at least I think, she had been a history major. My thoughts are interrupted as the door swings open, the woman from before, another woman, and a man walk into the room. I smile and back away from the boxes, setting down the keychain.

The doors open again revealing the woman from before, another woman, and a man who looks a bit familiar. I give them a nervous smile and wave, they wave in return.

Donna, I think her name was, introduced the tour guide I'll be shadowing for the day, "This is Kara she’ll be showing you the ropes today,” she paused in thought, “Oh! Don’t forget to clock in, and Stevie,” she gestured to the man at the end of the room, “you’re on inventory again!”

"It’s Steven,” He nodded before starting to move the boxes around on the table.

“And this is the new hire, just so you know,” the woman gestured to me. my lips turned up into a small smile, and he waved back as I turned to Kara.

“Well, shall we get going then?” she said, walking through the door, leaving me to follow.

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After hours of touring the museum with Kara, taking notes while she spoke about each exhibit and answered questions, it was time to clock out and go home. I walked down the stairs and opened the door to the storage room I think it was. I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked toward the lockers. Grabbing my bag and keys I turned on my heel to leave when I noticed the man from before, Steven I think he said his name was? Still scanning the last few boxes left on the table.

"Hey, are you heading out soon?" I blurted out, without thinking, of course, my face heating up.

I must have startled him because he nearly dropped the scanner when he turned to me, "Oh, yeah, after these last few boxes."

And oh would you look at that, my brain's stopped working, I think to myself before more words come tumbling out of my mouth, "Um, I could be totally wrong but, did we take the same bus today? Not the same stop of course! I just thought I'd seen you somewhere and well, I think it was the bus? Sorry, I'm being weird."

I burn another hole into the ground, and I hope, maybe I'll burn it all the way to the Underworld.

"Oh, right, yeah, I thought you looked familiar too, but I didn't want to say anything," he murmured, eyes falling to his shoes.

"Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to catch the last bus with me?" I ask tentatively, wringing my hands behind my back.

"I- that would be alright with me I suppose," he says eyes now on the last two boxes on the table, "I just need to finish these up first."

"Oh, yeah I'll just wait over here then," my lips form into a nervous smile as I take a seat on the steps leading up the basement to the main floor.

☆: ☆

After Steven finished the last few boxes we made our way to the exit, walking and talking a bit about work, which led to discussing various hobbies we had. I learned that he was extremely knowledgeable when it came to Egyptian mythology and the history of ancient Egypt. Along with the gods of course.

"Wow, you know so much," I said boarding the bus after him and then taking a seat across from him. The bus was practically empty, except for a lone elderly woman sitting a few seats down. I turned my attention back to Steven as he rambled on about the gods of ancient Egypt.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry, I've been rambling on this whole time and you haven't even gotten a chance to speak!"

I shrug my shoulder, "It's alright! I don't mind. And, if I'm being honest, I could listen to you ramble on for hours, you're so," I pause searching for the right words, "interesting."

"Oh, I don't think so," he replied his hair falling in his eyes.

"No, no! I'm serious. I never really thought about it before, but the gods of ancient Egypt are interesting. You're definitely great at explaining everything too," I shrug again, as the bus slows to a stop.

The driver announces the stop and I stand to leave, "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Right, yeah I'll see you tomorrow then," Steven says as I wave goodbye, noticing the older woman walking down the aisle.

I let her pass and then exit the bus with one last wave, and begin the walk back to my apartment. Or I would have, had a claw not ripped into my upper arm. I fall forward dropping my bag, head almost slamming into the concrete before I'm lifted into the air.

I hear a snarl and come face to face with... a lion? With three heads... One of a snake, a goat, and of course a lion. It lunges at me, its large paw swiping across my abdomen as I unclasp my necklace. I can feel it materializing in my hand, the smooth wood cool against my sweaty palms, bronze tip shining dimly in the light of the street lamp. I jump back nearly tripping over my bag. It charges, I stab at it with my spear, connecting with its side, my spear is batted away, and run. I look back and see it chasing after me, I keep running when I see an alleyway. I make a sharp left and hear it clamoring after me, its claws scraping against the brick walls and dumpsters. I make another turn and face a wall, a dead end.

I turn around and find it staring me down, the lion's head growling. It lunges and I dodge just in time, as a column of flame nearly burns me alive.

"Wow, you breathe fire too? I am so not going in tomorrow," if I make it out here alive, I think to myself as I strike at it.

I continue striking, but it keeps batting my spear away as if it's a stick. I swing again and this time connect with the lion's eyes. It howls in pain and the head of the snake lunges at me, but I bring my spear up just in time. It connects with the head and I tear it loose, the creature retreating from the alley. I lunge at it again, and another column of flames comes from its mouth, and this time I'm not lucky enough to dodge it.

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The pain is excruciating. I look at the burns that cover my arms, legs torso, and a bit of my face. I reach into my bag, which I thankfully managed to recover and search through it. I find the unbroken bottles of nectar and ambrosia, I slowly take a drink and smile at the taste, but not for long. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, it reads 4:30:AM. I could scream, and I do.

I grip my hair and throw myself into my newly acquired mattress face first. Guess I'm not getting any sleep tonight. I sigh and close my eyes listening to the rain falling against the windowpane.

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I groan in frustration as I hear a loud beeping noise interrupt my dreamless sleep. I turn over and try to ignore it, but it won't stop. I sit up and rub my eyes, looking around I see that my alarm clock is the source of the noise. I go to turn it off when I see the time. "Fuck. It's eight-thirty."

Running down the street I stop when I see a bus coming toward the stop. I run to it, throwing myself through the door, handing the driver my change. I grab onto a handle just as the bus lurches forward, almost falling on my face.

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"You're late," a voice rings out as I step past security, "Again."

I look up at Donna and force a smile. "Yeah, the battery in my alarm clock died last night."

She turns, "Well, set one on your phone next time you're an hour late so you can help with inventory tonight."

I let out a deep sigh as she walks off, leaving me with my thoughts., as I go to put away my things. As I push open the doors to inventory and put away my bag, and go to start my first tour of the day.

I like to think it went well, albeit I forgot my flashcards and answered stared out into space a bit too much, lost in my thoughts of what happened last night, trying to remember everything about the creature that attacked me. The second tour, however, did not go well. In the slightest, and it must be written all over my face when I push open the door to inventor because Steven is asking if something is the matter. I sigh before plopping in a chair and hold my head in my hands.

"No, it's nothing," I say grabbing a scanner and a sphynx shaped keychain bringing it up for closer inspection.

I reach across the table for another box and suddenly he's right beside my hand hovering over my arm, where there is a now particularly bloody bandage. "What happened to your arm? Let me go grab the first aid!"

Shit! I pull my arm closer for inspection and start to unravel the bandage. In my rush this morning I forget to take it off. Steven is back now gingerly holding my arm examing it.

"It's healed?" He asked letting my arm drop in confusion.

I sigh, I'm seriously not ready to deal with this again. "It's fine, I burned it a while ago and then it got caught on something last night. It's just a scratch it's fine," I try to reassure, a nervous smile coming over my lips.

"Oh, alright."

I hear him sigh in relief, picking up his scanner again.

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