#listen dionysus would be great with the kids i think but uh

[anaslair]

haiii! i saw your matchups so i wanted to see who you think i’d be good with!

according to online quizzes my godly parent is Dionysus (which is fair). I’m transmasc (they/he) and i don’t really have a dating preference, anyone is fine! Uh i really like to draw/write and i love photography, if you dropped me off in the woods i would entertain myself for hours and come back with millions of photos- I get really bad anxiety over social things, i struggle to order my own food or ask for things. When i worry i get bad stomach aches and sort of shut down during the day. Uhmmmmm I’m an INFJ if that helps! i despise medical offices (the dentist or the doctors) and i cannot stand needles- i will do anything and everything to get out of getting my flu shot. music is one of the most important things to me, i love physical CDs and i love making playlists on spotify for every possible mood i could be in. and finally i am 18, so aged up characters or older characters for sure!

LISTEN!! I was caught up between two people for you🫵👁️👁️ but after meticulously thinking about it, I hope you like who I ended up going with :)

For some matchups I love doing little drabbles or scenarios like this, I just cOULDNT RESIST with this one pls this was so fun to write. I hope you enjoy it anon🫶

Tysm for requesting!! Have a great day <3

I match you with…

Will Solace!!

-Disclaimer-

All of the characters were aged up to meet with the requester’s age so I could choose from all of them!!

Things had finally quieted down on camp half blood’s infirmary after the whole fighting Gaea incident

On a span of a month, the injured were all properly taken care of, which meant the worst thing Will had to deal with all day was an arrow removal from someone’s ass after the latest game of capture the flag

Usual stuff

He was honestly about to check if one of the Stoll brothers could steal him some snacks to pass the time when he heard screaming from outside the front door

Welp

So much for no work☹️

Checking the window, he saw someone- no wait. It was two people, one of them definitely being the head counselor of the Dionysus cabin, and the other a very freaked out brother of theirs

Oh this was gonna be good

Opening the door, he crossed his arms as he caught the end of the discussion the siblings were having

“…swear by the gods I’ll NEVER catch the flu, I can PROMISE you that” You pleaded to your sibling and counselor

“How can you promise not to get sick? Quit the bs and get the damn shot already, you’re the only one in the cabin who hasn’t and I swear by our father’s name that if someone gets sick because of you and your fear of needles you’re going down” Your sibling threatened as they pushed you up the few steps of the infirmary’s entrance

“No wait WAIT- I’ll do anything you want, I’ll clean the whole cabin by myself before inspection” you begged

“Not if you get sick you won’t” your sibling said

“What if I swear by the river Styx I won’t get sick?” You asked

“Are you actually insane-“ Your sibling asked

“I swear by the river Sty-“ you interrupted

“Hey, okay. Let’s stop that before you get yourself fried up over a cold” Will interrupted you this time, probably saving you from the never ending pain of breaking an oath made by the river Styx

Honestly, that actually sounded better than getting the gods damned flu shot. You weren’t kidding when you told your sibling you couldn’t do needles, you felt like throwing up

“Special delivery for ya Will, Good luck!” Your sibling yelled as they betrayed you, power walking back to y’alls cabin

Leaving a slightly shaken you with a very amused Will

Inside the infirmary, your leg bounced up and down high speed as you sat on Will’s office, waiting for him to bring back something for your stomach which was already very upset with the stress the whole situation was causing you

“Here, a sip should do the trick” Will said as he gave you a small cup of nectar, which lessened your discomfort considerably

“Thanks” you muttered, still very much anxious

“Look, I’m not going to do it against your will, but I could make it practically painless. What do you say?” Will asked, looking for some supplies

“If I gave you like, three whole dracmas, would you tell my counselor I got the shot?” You quickly asked

“What?”

“Make it four, no- five! It’s all I have on me right now-“

“Look- just, let’s just breathe a little alright? I’m not taking that weak ass bribe. That wouldn’t even get me a ride on the Gray sisters taxi, pipe down” Will finished

You scoffed out an incredulous laugh, seemed like you weren’t getting out of this one

“How about some music?” Will suddenly asked as he eyed the portable CD player you were carrying

Demigods weren’t allowed to use a phone since it was practically a monster magnet, but you didn’t mind it much seeing as you absolutely loved collecting Physical CDs of your favorite artists and bands. If you had music, you were good

You nodded, maybe that would help

Will opened a cabinet which you thought was probably packed up with medical supplies

To your surprise, it was actually completely filled with CDs and vinil records, a full on collection on display

Will was Apollo’s son after all, music was a big deal for him too. Being the best healer of the Apollo cabin made him spend a lot of time in the infirmary, so music definitely helped him get through the day

Your eyes were practically shining as you stared at the cabinet. Will seemed to be looking for something specific in it

“Here! This is my favorite-“ Will said as he took a CD out of his collection, handing it to you

“Oh what the fuck” you interrupted, taking your cd player out and pressing a button to open it, showing Will what was inside

The exact same CD Will was holding out, from the exact same band

You both smiled at each other

That was the start of HOURS of conversation, y’all only sat back down when Will had showed you everything he had on that cabinet

The conversation was so fluid that you guys ended up talking about a lot of things, getting to know each other, finding out you had more in common than you thought

Will was very appreciative of the arts in general, being an Apollo kid, it came naturally to him

Just as you were talking about your photography obsession, you both heard a few knocks at the main infirmary entrance

“Will? Uh- you guys alright in there? Did it go well?” Your head counselor inquired hesitantly

“Shit”

You and Will eyed each other, your eyes wide

Will checked the time, you had only a a few minutes before the harpies would end anybody that was out of their cabins

You both had absolutely lost track of time

And weirdly, you didnt seem to mind

“Okay, we can do this. I’ll give you the shot now okay? I’m just going to let your sibling know, I’ll be right back” Will said as he quickly made his way to the main entrance

Okay maybe now you did mind it a little bit

And that’s how you ended up with your eyes tightly shut, sweating an abnormal amount while Will applied some rubbing alcohol where he was going to stab you apply the shot

“Hey, I swear you won’t feel a thing if you give me those dracmas you promised” Will tried to lighten the mood

You didn’t respond, heart beating fast, nerves about to explode

Then you felt a warm hand in your arm

“Hey, it’s alright”

You opened your eyes to see Will’s directly in front of yours

He had lowered himself so he was at your eye level. And he was close, really close

“You’re going to be alright.” His tone was lower, softer

“Here” He put the earphones of your CD player into your ears

As your favorite song started playing loudly in your ears, Will smiled, mouthing a “Trust me”

He got up, directing himself to our side to apply the shot

Your hand tightened around the chair’s handle, you were still nervous, but way less then before

But your heart was still beating fast. Strange.

“So, on three?” You asked Will

“Already done” Will said, cleaning your arm up

What

You looked up at him, absolutely baffled

Being a son of the god of healing really had its perks

“Told you it wouldn’t hurt” He smiled, winking while at it

And there it was again, your heart beating just a little bit faster

You were still silently watching him, your eyebrows raised high

“So, you said you liked to take pictures right? The strawberry field is insane in the morning” Will started as he threw the syringe he used on you away

“Want me to show you a nice spot tomorrow?” He asked, eyeing you with a small smile

“Ah- yeah, sure” you blurted out

“Okay then, it’s a date”

[shshshshshowrunner]

I'm walking in the woods. There's no one around and my phone is dead. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot him: each greek god below. They ask me to follow them! What do i say?

Below the cut for themes of. well you know. meeting a god in the woods.

Absolutely:

Apollo. I'm gonna go ahead and file Apollo under "worth whatever happens after". Not only is he beautiful and unmarried (big safety bonus), he normally goes for talented people and I'd like to think i am talented. not only that but check the biggest green flag of all time: Rhoeo, a girl he liked, they banged and she didn't want the kid, so he raised the child himself ??????????? Hello????? I mean Hi????? Also one time he helped someone hide their pregnancy from their shit dad. Also he's been known to send the goddess of childbirth to assist while they're having the kids. Honestly if you can avoid being turned into a flower or an animal and you're careful enough not to attract the attention of another god at the same time you're golden he's great. Very beautiful and he's a god of archery and he's a great singer (the best, even). OHHH and he takes no for an answer sometimes!!! Rare quality!! additionally he grants boons and as long as you don't back out once you get the boon you're good. So Apollo: Absolutely, but Watch Out.

Hermes. Okay listen. He's my type. He's a thief and a trickster. As for his lovers, he's one of the ones where you're fine as long as you don't say no. We're not going to unpack that here, but it gives him a good survivablity rating and I'm not as brave as Daphne or anything so i'd be saying yes anyway. one of his symbols is the herm, a sort of post they would line roads and paths with. It's a dick on a pole. like for real. good sign. I will say he's more outwardly violent than Apollo. Like apollo isn't gonna grab you, yeah? Hermes will grab you. But anyway! moving on. Choo choo i guess.

Yeah Okay:

Dionysus. God of wine and revelry! This is a yeah okay. He is married, which is not a good thing in this tierlist. Also he'll straight up grab you. High survivability assuming you don't kill yourself. hasn't taken nearly as many lovers as you think he would. Oh uh and he's hot

Hades. Okay stop picturing Disney Hades. stop it. stop. okay. Honestly? Smash. married, and Persephone is NOT one to fuck with, so low survivability. Doesn't get ou tmuch so he'd probably be showing up in the woods to drag me to the underworld in this situation. Uh I guess he'd grab me but not like everyone else would? he would grab me to take me to the underworld but like once i'm there i can stall forever, you know? He's not gonna do anything. that was what the whole deal with the pomegranate was about.

Hephaestus: yeah tbh not much to say here? Sure, you know? he's married to Aphrodite but she straight doesn't care. He's not gonna try to Get You unless you're Athena, which I'm not. Seems nice.

Haha yeah sure okay! Haha sure of course haha! Ha! Sure! Okay!:

Poseidon. You see this?

not a good sign. and um the second list is longer than the first one. Uh high survivability though? Amphitrite isn't gonna Get You. Try not to get got in a temple i guess. the reason why he's not in the below category is because someone turned into a fish to get away one time and he still chased after her until she turned into an island. and I don't want to be an island so. oh and uh sometimes he grants boons?

I'm turning into a tree:

Zeus. Hello Hera hi. Don't worry I'm not gonna. I'd turn into a tree before that happened okay my lady?? :)

Ares: Uh straight up theres nothing wrong with him i just don't vibe with it. Like he's fine he's good but like I'm turning into a tree. There's nothing to suggest he wouldnt take no for an answer though so i might just say no and then bolt and avoid transformation all together.

Keep in mind that all of these rankings are based off of how they were when i was created. They've all character developed a little since then. Oh, right, speaking of, that's more points for Apollo actually he just underwent some very appealing character development.

Finishing this off by saying actually i don't want to bang any gods and any gods reading this post should not be encouraged because i'll turn into a tree. :)

I would make a tierlist of gods to bang but then i think they would kill me dead

[linddzz]

My largest exposure to Dionysus comes from Hades and Percy Jackson but I'm kinda glad to know that even when he's contacting someone irl he still has the same energy lol

I only read the first Percy Jackson novel and I am sorry to admit that even reading it before my weird little Dionysian awakening I was...annoyed at his portrayal. Dionysus was the Olympian noted for coming down and hanging with people! If there was a party or you were drunk (or in any altered mental state tbh) it was and is believed to be direct possession! He had a human mother himself and you could make the argument that he was briefly a demigod! Him being pissy about watching the camp didn't make sense, he'd probably be more like Jack Black in School of Rock! There would need to be someone reminding him that he can't help a kid chill out with weed and/or alcohol while their brain is developing. Or that the answer to a 13 year old's dramatic break up is not "you want my girl gang to kill that guy for you?? They can totally kill that guy for you."

The Hawaiian shirts and constant whining about missing Ariadne fits though. Absolute Wife Guy. There's a description of a mini play at a symposium with actors playing Dionysus and Ariadne where Dionysus danced into the room, saw Ariadne on a throne and went "!!!" before dancing over and sitting on her lap. Adorable King Shit.

I haven't played Hades but everything I see for Dionysus in that is pretty spot on vibes wise. He looks like he gives great hugs and can chill and joke around. He looks like a leopard that would try to lay on your lap. He also looks like the guy who would go :3 as his Girl Gang dismembered a dude for disrespecting his mama. Also having Orphic myth come from a prank Dionysus plays on Orpheus??? Hilarious show of the research they did. Fuckin superb.

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Ares

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares

Lucifer

He cannot overstate what kind of damage this mortal was able to do in their first few seconds in the Devildom...

The instant they got to their feet, they had managed to incapacitate Satan and knock down Beel. Lucifer himself tried to get between them and Diavolo but…

If he hadn’t moved his head, if he was standing just ONE INCH to the left… he wouldn’t have a head anymore. Barbatos was there to intervene, but had he not they could have probably taken out the Avatar of Pride and done critical damage to the Demon Prince himself in one strike...

Frankly, Lucifer prefers not to dwell on that moment... He's sure Ares must be proud of this one...

He pretty much treats the mortal like a live bomb afterward, if he can get away with not interacting with them at all, that’s what he’ll do.

He’s NOT scared of them... much... It’s just that they have a bullish and uncooperative attitude at best and since they know they can take any of them, they don't even consider him - Lucifer, the eldest demon brother - a threat...

But you know what the most frustrating thing is? They won't give him an inch of respect, but they'll always listen to Levi! Levi!!

Look, Lucifer knows he may not hold a rank among the Hell's army and he might not have been a major player in the Celestial/Demonic wars of the day, but he's still the strongest demons here, dammit!! 😡

Lucifer finds nothing is more embarrassing than having to ask Levi of all people to keep the mortal in line because he can't... Oh, the humiliation… He hopes they leave soon...

Mammon

At first, he thought they were scary. But in time he thought they were scary… and also pretty damn awkward.

Mammon wasn’t there when they more or less wiped out the majority of his brothers in the Conference Hall but when he finally showed up he'd never seen Lucifer look so pale… If THAT doesn't make you shit your pants, he doesn't know what will.

Naturally, he kind of toned it down on the "stupid human" stuff real quick after seeing that…

But here's the thing. After the two made a pact together, Mammon started to notice that the MC wasn't all that mean, they were just… violent?

He legitimately thought that they couldn’t stand him for a while until one day a guy on the street called him a dirtbag. The MC threw a punch right there! No questions asked, they just decked that guy!!

It was kind of touching… and messy. Very messy. Did he mention that they’re terrifying yet? 😥

As it turns out, the MC has apparently spent a lot of their life just fighting things and being asked to fight things so they're not very used to showing non-violent affection… 

It took him awhile, but he realized that their way of saying, "I like you," is, "I will attack your enemies." So now all he does when his brothers tease him is say, "I'm telling MC!'' and they'll stop immediately. It's great!! 😁

Considers them to be his bodyguard when he goes out to gamble in some… shadier places. Most of the time not even the bouncers want to take on the MC, ain't nobody getting paid enough to lose that many teeth…

Leviathan

Okay, so. It's not very obvious anymore, but he USED to be on the front lines of the war against demons in the Celestial Realm. He was in charge of battle strategies, he led armies, and even now he still holds the highest rank of the royal navy!

So leave it to the kid of a war god to sniff all that out about him, huh…? They appeared to know all about his record the instant they saw him and they actually seemed to respect him for it!

For context, this mortal tells pretty much everybody to shove off but any time he’s around they call him “Admiral” or “sir” and actually pay attention to what he says! He can tell it drives Lucifer insane, but honestly? It’s a bit of an ego boost. 😌

It’s sort of cute when they come to him asking for tactical advice… They get just as into it as he does with his anime and any time he points out something that they haven't seen before they get so excited it's like they're a kid watching a magic trick. HUGE ego boost. 😏

Speaking of anime, it’s hit or miss whether or not they can watch any of it. Anything with good fight scenes (and let’s be honest, not that much talking) they’re on board for. But if the hero and the villain talk to each other for like an episode before throwing punches then the MC will just rant...

MC: “The enemy is distracted... Why aren’t they attacking yet??”

Levi: “Because the villain killed the hero’s best friend and they’re-”

MC: “They could avenge their friend right now if they ended things right here!”

Levi: “MC, we’ve been over this... That’s not how plot works.”

MC: “And now he got away!! See?? They should have killed him when they had the chance!”

Levi: “*sigh*... Let’s just play some CoD.”

Satan 

The last thing he remembered when the “human” hopped out of the portal was a sharp pain to the side of the temple and Asmo wailing as he fell unconscious…

Yeeeeah, not great. And unfortunately for the mortal the Avatar of Wrath tends to hold a grudge… 

For a comparatively brief moment in time, all of Satan’s considerable ire had shifted away from Lucifer and to their new housemate. They found their bed, clothes, pillows, food, and even their toothbrush cursed!

… But Ares kids must be built from some strong stuff, because half of what he employed didn’t even faze them! He even put an explosive spell on their backpack and not only did they tank the blast, it didn’t hurt them at all!! It was like they’re damn near immortal!

Annnnd they kind of are. Apparently the MC had taken a dip in the River Styx at some point before and became nigh invulnerable…

Was it maybe a little terrifying to know that they had kidnapped a nearly invincible demigod on the level of Achilles? Yes. Did that also mean that they must have had a weakness too? In theory....

Satan honestly devoted a depressing amount of time trying to uncover the “Achilles’ Heel” of his new sworn enemy… until…

The MC was walking with him and Asmo to RAD one morning when they passed by a group of lesser demons harassing a small puppy. Now Satan may be more of a cat man, but NO ONE fucks with animals while he’s around.

He was right about to go over and rip those demons a new one but the MC actually beat him to it! Apparently, the second that they realized what was happening, they launched themselves forward and started bashing the abusers' heads into a wall!

… Live by violence, forgive by violence because in that very moment Satan decided they weren’t so bad after all. He even joined in!

Oh, Asmo gave them both shit all day for the bloodstains on their uniforms and the scratches on their… everywhere, but it’s not like either of them cared. Righteous justice had been served and it was glorious!!

100% would team up with the MC in some kind of vigilante “punish-all-animal-abusers” gig. They have but to ask. 😌

Asmodeus

Oh they TERRIFIED Asmo when they first showed up! How else was he supposed to react?? They brought down his brothers like they were made of cardboard!!

Though he had to admit that the confident, battle-ready look they had about them was sexy as hell, he knew better than to go bear poking! 😣 He avoided them like plague until they finally asked him for a pact.

And then he discovered something… something very unexpected….

They're actually adorable!!!

Okay, like, not in appearance (they look like they could pile drive Cerberus for Pete’s sake!) but he discovered that they have NO CLUE how to handle physical affection. Like zero!!

The first time Asmo actually got the courage to try and hug them he expected them to toss him off, but instead they just stood there like a malfunctioning doll, all flustered and confused… It was so cute!!! 🥰

From that point on, Asmo would take every chance he could to wrap his arms around them or kiss their cheeks just to watch them try and fail to handle it. It's more fun than picking on Levi!!

It took two months for them to finally attempt any kind of reciprocation and even that was adorable! They pecked him on the forehead without thinking about it then nearly passed out from the realization. Apparently, they had never felt like kissing anyone before so he was quite honored!

The brothers know that if the MC's looking too mad to listen to Levi, they just need to call Asmo. A nigh invincible warrior becomes a LOT less scary after you’ve cuddled them into submission! 🤭

Beelzebub

Beel didn't like them one bit, at least not at the beginning. They had managed to get past him and actually attack Lucifer which was NOT a great first impression on their part...

He honestly saw them as a threat for a while, but unlike the rest of his brothers he didn’t avoid them. He just kept an eye on them.... constantly….

Look. Beel is a big guy. Stealth is not his strong suit… If he's tailing you, you're probably going to know about it because there's a six-foot something behemoth in orange following you around while pounding down bags of chips. He's not very subtle…

That being said, after following them around for a while the two finally got to talking and he realized that they didn’t want to hurt anybody or anything. They were just acting on instinct before.

After making the MC promise not to hurt any of his family, they got on much better terms. Hell, he actually got them into fangol!

Beel's sport of choice is pretty much just ultra-violent American football so the MC took a liking to it instantly! After enough begging, the coach let them try out and they got onto his team immediately.

He likes having them as a teammate! They're very good at the game, uh... even if they take it a little too seriously…

They once tried to convince his teammates to decorate the team bus with "the helmets of their fallen foes." They're REALLY into the sport… But hey, they haven't lost a game since they’ve joined. It’ll be fine!... Probably.

Belphegor

Hahaha… He’s in danger… 😥

It took one look at this mortal to make him rethink the whole, “Trick the Human” plan… Since when have humans looked like that?? They could crush his skull under their heel!!

It took all he had in him to play it cool when they first met because his internal monologue was nothing but screaming… THIS was the "human" he had to use to get him out of there?? How in the WORLD was he going to kill them?!

Admittedly, he had to think about it for a while. Belphie's a clever guy… and a demon. So who needs an honorable fight, anyway? If he can’t win one-on-one, then he’ll cheat!

He waited until the MC got the door open and didn't attempt a frontal assault… No laughter, no gloating. He just waited for them to turn their back, claws ready to dig out their heart, and then-!

MC: "Do you really want to try that?"

The MC must have had some kind of danger sense, because they didn't even have to turn around to know what Belphie was doing…

MC: "Look. I like Beel and you're his twin brother… So I'm willing to let this slide. But if you really want to try me…"

MC: *looks over their shoulder with the glare of a bona fide killer* "I won't hold back."

That was... very persuasive.

The MC brought Belphie down to the others peacefully with his tail between his legs and honestly Lucifer was more relieved that he wasn’t a bloodstain on the floor than he was mad… They could have killed him sooo easily… 

They did, indeed, forgive and forget about the whole “attempted murder” thing, though Belphie was never quite able to shake off how frightening they were in that moment… He had nightmares for a while.

Thankfully, Asmo clued him in that the MC would melt into a harmless puddle of fluff if they got even the slightest bit of physical affection... Oh, the sweet payback he could dish out... It’s cuddle time. 😏

[mka1098]

I’m Gay Panicking But It’s Fine - A Solangelo One-Shot Fanfiction

Thank you to @windbyfire for letting me use your fanart !

Might be a bit of OOC it's my first Solangelo piece; they are just too cute for me not to try and write them. Also, I'm straight (feel free to make fun of me like my friends, I take all the hits) so my attempt at gay panic is just not great. I just tried to think of my friend when they gay panic. Haha, hope you guys like this piece, and here's the link to the podfic/audio version

Audio listen along: https://youtu.be/xRLTIr6ZqwE

I'm Gay Panicking But It's Fine by Mka1098

Nico is a generally petulant, cold-faced, and stoic person. He smiles only during the darkest and latest of nights and barely grunts a word at people. His expressions are perceived as less than friendly and perhaps the only people who weren’t afraid of him and his ghost powers could be counted on one hand. (Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Hazel, and Renya). So it was a total shock to him when the golden-haired Will Solace bounced next to him right as he was leaving his cabin at 2 PM in the afternoon.

“Uh… hi?” He says in the quietest voice. Will smiles brightly at him.

“Hi, Nico.” The blonde says. Nico frowns. He feels as if he’s being smirked at. And oh, it is not a welcomed feeling, not for him. Enough people believe they can mess with him and those said people were sent right to Will’s own wing.

“What do you want?” He asks with a bit of bite in his tone. Will shrugs.

“Just wanted to say hi.” He says evenly. Nico scowls at him.

“That’s it?” His tone is harsh. “You just wanna pop over here and say hi? For no reason?” Nico says snarkily. Surprisingly, Will doesn’t run and scream in terror; he doesn’t start to shake either. Instead, his smile seems to grow infinitesimally bigger and he shoves his hands into his pockets.

“Yep.” He pops the P of the word before turning sharply left and away from Nico. The blonde doesn’t even look back at the confounded boy he had left standing. Instead, he smiles at some of the other campers and heads into cabin 6.

Nico stares back at him dumbly, even as he disappears into the cabin. “What the Hades?” He mutters quizzingly to himself. Nico crosses his arms tightly on his chest. There are some other campers, gossips for sure, who are staring at him. They are murmuring hush whispers while clearly pointing at him. He sends them a murderous glare; the point gets across and they scramble away quickly. Nico sighs. Sure being dark and broody is helpful when one wants to be alone but there are times when he doesn’t want to be alone. Alas, how on this earth is one supposed to make friends when they have the appearance of a walking skeleton. Nico keeps walking towards the mess hall. He needs food; he needs it now. His stomach shouts at him to hurry up. Hm, if only Jason was here then maybe he’d believe him that yes, the Nico Di Angelo does still run on sustenance-- well, something other than happy meals.

Few campers are still in the mess hall when he arrives. They stick to their own tables, their only sibling. Nico has no sibling, not any that are here at least. Sitting down, he summons plain salted noodles, slightly butter and light garlic; diet coke rather than water. He sighs as he smashes a forkful into his mouth. Pasta’s great and all but he eats it because they are simple carbs. Plain pasta isn’t overpowering, it isn’t too earthy or meaty or lettuce. It’s just enough to keep him upright. Nico sighs again as he finishes half the bowl, quickly getting sick of the dish. As he scrapes the rest of the pasta into the fire, he wishes he had a friend next to him.

-

“Welcome back.” Nico groans as the harsh light attacks his eyes. He attempts to get up but is shoved, gently at least, back down. “You just woke up; it’d be awful if you fainted again.” The voice chuckled. Nico’s eyes register just enough to see curly blonde hair next to him. The figure is wearing a white coat and holding a clipboard; it’s Will.

“What happened?” Nico says in a slight snarl.

“Shadow travel,” Will responds dryly. “Did you know you have a limit on distance and time?” He asks with an innocent voice but his eyes are letting on more than he’s saying. “It seems to me that your body uses a lot of energy to travel around that way and it lowers our blood sugar significantly.”

Nico scowls at him and blinks at the feeling of a hollow ache within him. “Yes, I did know that.” He says. Will makes a half-smile, half-smirk.

“Great, then I’m going to need you to manage your shadow traveling a bit better,” Will says. “I will come up with exact rules soon but know it’s going to be more limited now.”

Nico feels fury well up inside of him. “Not over my dead body.” He growls. Wills chuckles at his threat, annoying Nico even more.

“One-” Will puts a finger up. “-if you were a dead body then I did my job wrong. Two, as if you’d go so quickly. And three, doctor’s orders.” He says firmly, leaning in. Nico crosses his arms indignantly.

“And what if I don’t listen?” He snaps.

“You will.” Will sounds so sure of himself. Nico’s eyes darken.

“And how do you know that?”

Will leans in; he leans in very much. Nico gulps subconsciously and for a moment is shell-shocked by the smug look on Will’s face. His eyes are full of bright lights and mirth. His mouth is pink and completely sure. Nico never really talked to Will before… well yesterday when he had randomly said hi when Nico woke up. He had always known the blonde, how could one not and vise versa. He knew Will was smart and capable and a wicked good doctor; Nico just didn’t know how commanding and snarky he was either.

“Oh, I have a feeling.” With that, Will leans back and rips off a piece of paper, and hands it to Nico. The boy stares at it; it has times and measurements. “Your rules,” Will says easily. “Doctor’s orders.” He leaves with a flourish of his coat and Nico is left still on the bed with shouted orders to rest.

Nico is surprised-- pleasantly surprised. Everyone at camp is afraid of him and his ‘scary’ powers. But Will is not. It’s a nice change. A hint of a smile appears on Nico’s face. He actually listens for once (because he is not Percy Jackson)

-

“What is that?” Nico stares at the cards in Will’s hands. He shrugs. Nico scowls at him deeper. “What is that?” He repeats.

“Mythomagic cards.” Will smiles brightly; Nico wants to put on sunglasses. “I was playing with a couple of my patients when I remembered that you used to be a huge fan of the game. That was how you identified Dionysus right?” Will teases. Nico feels his face warm up, something that never happened before. Indignantly, he turns away with a huff. “Huh? Don’t like it? Mm… could’ve sworn you still liked the game; oh well, see you later then.”

Will only takes about 3 steps before Nico caves. “Wait,” Nico calls out quiet but Will hears and spins around as if he had shouted at the top of his lungs. “I- I still like the game, okay?” Nico says, trying to act hardened but it wasn’t working as well as he was hoping it would.

“Perfect!” Will says with a grin on his face. “Come join me.” He puts a hand out between them. Nico stares at it. What? Noticing that Nico didn’t move a muscle, Will quirks an eyebrow up. “Huh? Too much for you to handle?” He teases. “Sorry, just say it.” He brings his hands back to the pocket of his sweatshirt but smiles welcomingly for Nico to follow him. Nico frowns before giving in and following the blonde. He still catches the smirk residing on Will’s face.

“You don’t need to look so smug; I still like the game,” Nico growls. Will tilts his head to the side.

“I hoped so.”

They enter the hospital healing wing and there is a group of kids in clean white robes that seem to light up when their eyes catch on Will. They are young-- ages 9...10...11...12 perhaps. “Dr.Solace!” They chorus before even noticing that Nico stands next to him. Will smiles brightly; he looks almost like an angel of medicine with the sun shining through the window. “You’re back!” The kids continue. Will laughs and leaps onto one of the empty gurneys. Nico walks and stands awkwardly next to it. The kids don’t spare him much of a glance-- he wants to melt into the shadows to escape but finds that the wing is so lit up with light the nearest shadow could barely cover his entire hand.

“I am!” Will says, eyes Twinkling. “And… I brought a friend.” He presents his arms out like a magician showing his newest trick. The kids stare at Nico. Nico stares back awkwardly. Uh… what is he supposed to do now? He waves; a tight forced smile is on his face. The kids look at him intently and then back at Will. They smile, a move Nico did not expect, and nearly giggle out. What on… what? “Guys…” Will says with a head shake. Nico looks at him with a head shake. Is there a blush on his face or has Nico forgotten breakfast again? “-don’t laugh. This is Nico.”

A kid falls over, chortling. “Oh… we know.” He says mischievously. Will sends him a hard look. The kid turns back to Nico and thrusts a stack of cards in his hands. “You’ve ever played?” Nico looks at the cards… amateur set.

“Yeah.” Nico grunts. The kids here are all too young to know his past-- they don’t know what these cards mean to him. “Course I do… I’ve got seven of these.” He continues. The kid’s eyes widen like saucers; the other kids gasp dramatically.

“No way!” The kid lights up like a firework. “That’s so many! I only have that one of everything. But I do have two Apollos!” The kid explains.

“No, you don’t! You don’t have Athena.”

“It didn’t come with!”

“That’s no excuse.”

Nico is confused and stares at the bickering kids, unsure of what to do next. WIll seems to have noticed his discomfort because he leans over slightly. “Tanner, he’s one of Ares’s kids. Lara’s mom is Athena. They like to fight a lot but they’re friends.” He explains. Nico quietly nods, observing as Lara and Tanner begin to shove each other's shoulders. Will allows them to fight for a minute longer before cleaning his throat and stenly glaring at them. Lara sheepishly takes her hands off of Tanner’s shoulders. “That’s enough; do you want to start the game now or what?” Will smiles, holding his cards up. Nico copies the motions, inspecting each player carefully.

“I’m ready to win.” Lara brags. Without meaning to, a rare smirk raises to Nico’s face; it feels equally foreign and nice.

“That’s funny because I’m sure I’m going to win,” Tanner shouts at her. Lara stickers her tongue out at her.

Nico lowly huckles, hiding it behind his stack of cards. Will seems to be the only one who notices it. The blonde looks at him with a smile and eyebrow quirk. Nico scowls. “What?” He snaps.

Will shakes his head. “Nothing. Just nice to see that look on your face.”

Nico stares at him, unsure of what he means. So instead of worrying about it, he resorts to slamming these kids at Mythomagic. No one knows it better than he does.

“Woah! How’d you do that?” Lara shouts at him when Nico unsurprisingly wins. He shrugs.

“Easy move.” He says lazily. Lara glares at him but it’s nothing like her older sister’s stare so he’s not fazed at all. “You’ll learn it in time.” He all but teases. She snarls at him; he slightly grins back.

Will laughs and forces Lara to put her cards back in the pile. “He’s a big fan of the game, don’t take it personally.” He tells her. Tanner looks back at Nico with wide and impressed eyes.

“Really?”

Nico feels awkward-- never once has anyone looked at him in awe. Why was this kid doing these? What did he want from him? “Uh- yeah. I have most of the extra packs. You know, it’s fun.” HE babbles out, wanting to melt into the ground. Tanner leaps up onto his gurney.

“That’s awesome!” He cries. “Can you play with us more?” He asks. His eyes go big and wide and Nico finds it in himself to not shut him down with a harsh no. tanner looks excited, Lara looks interested and Will looks smug. Nico snarls at him.

“What’s got you all happy and sunshiny?” He asks. Will just keeps smiling, still looking like a medicine angel or whatever.

“It’s nice seeing you have fun. I’m so used to you groaning in pain on one of these.” He motions to the gurneys. “You should play with us more. Lots of the kids love the game.” Will asks. His smile seems welcoming. Nico is still unsure if he should or shouldn’t agree. “Besides… how else will those extra card packs come into use?” Will teases.

Nico decides that he’ll agree to play with him more often. “Touche.” He mumbles and Will knows he’s won. The kids are a bit loud for his taste but the game is fun. It’s nice playing with people who love Mythomagic almost as much as he does. And Will… he’s nice… a little too nice but not awful. He’s a nice friend. Maybe…

When Nico leaves the hospital wing to retreat into his own cabin to nap the day away, he leaves with a new ten-year-old fan, a planned gaming session next Tuesday, and Will’s touch lingering on his shoulder. He buries himself in his four blankets and knocks out for twenty hours.

-

He admits… it’s weird having a friend-- at the same time, it’s so nice. Will is friendly and bright; slightly annoying but sometimes it makes him smile in a way that makes him also want to bury himself into the ground. How could a person look so sweet yet not disgusting? It didn’t make sense! The last time a person had smiled like an angel and been cute without being awful was Percy and Nico didn’t need another round of that.

“Hey… Will, can you- do you think you can help me with something?” Nico says, very nervously. The feeling’s very odd for him; he’s more brooding than awkward on a day-to-day basis. The young patients behind Will seem to giggle slightly. The blonde smiles back at him, looking as golden as his father in a tiny way.

“Yeah… with what?” He asks, leaning forward on the gurney.

Nico opens his mouth to respond but is distracted for a second. Who on Gaea’s earth gave Will arms like that? They’re strong, that’s clear but not overly muscled and big. Lean but firm and oh dear Zeus, why can’t Nico stop gaping at them. Why are they so gorgeous? Why are they so distracting? Oh gods. Nico swallows and forces his eyes away from the view. If Will had noticed him staring, he certainly doesn’t show it. His smile is as serene and pleasant as ever. Nico swears his face isn’t bright red but it may be.

“Um- Per- my dad wants me over for dinner and… I don’t know, I wanna make a good impression on my step-mom; she’s not trying to smite me so I think it’d be nice.” Nico admits, fighting the urge to shadow travel away. God, he’s so awkward. Nico blames Will’s newfound arms for the feeling-- technically though, Nico had been awkward since he called out Will’s name while walking slowly into the room.

“Yeah, of course!” Will smiles brightly.

“Really?”

“Definitely. My shift’s wrapping up anyway so I have the time.”

“Oh.” A smile sneaks its way up on Nico’s face. He hates it. “Thanks.” He says meekly. Will shrugs, calling that it’s no problem and that he’ll meet him at his cabin in about ten minutes.

When Nico closes his cabin door, he questions his own sanity.

He further questions it as Will explains which fork is which and which spoon goes where. Oh if he thought his arms were a distraction before then it was the entire center star of a solar system now. With his doctor coat, most of Will’s arm had been covered and only the forearm showed and a sliver of upper arms-- now his entire arm is on display and Nico’s mouth is basically probably drooling. It’s all lean muscle and beautifully tanned skin.

“Nico? Hello~?” Will waves his hand in front of his face and Nico jumps about a foot in the air. Will snickers; Nico does not.

“I hear ya, salad, soup, all that,” Nico growls in an attempt to hide his gaping. Will chuckles and folds his arms over his chest. Huh, wow… biceps-- very nice. Nico feels dizzy.

“Great, then I will be on my way then,” Will says easily, walking towards the door.

Everything in Nico’s mind and body screams at him to not let the boy leave. He steps up and puts a hand on Will’s shoulder and wow, it’s an equally terrible and glorious idea. He jerks back like he’s been burned; Will takes notice and looks at him like he’s gone insane. He probably is a third way there.

“I- I need help picking something nice to wear.” Nico blabbers out, a very unlikely thing for him to do. “Pure emo black probably isn't the best impression.” He continues like an idiot. He secretly asks for the earth to open up and swallow him whole. Then again, he could probably have that arranged if he really wanted it to happen. “I don’t know what to do, you know…?” Cue awkward grin. Cue facepalm. Cue Will’s weirdly cute head tilt.

“Well your father is Hades so I don’t think she’d really mind this-” Will looks him up and down; Nico’s face becomes red. “-ensemble. But I do get where you’re coming from. I’m thinking… nice but still My Chemical Romance?” Will teases him. Nico scowls at him. “I kid-- actually no I don’t.” Will makes a quick turn and thrust open Nico’s closet. It’s a total mess and explosion of black clothing. He’s unsure if he should be embarrassed or not. Either way, he is. “This… not bad...this one is actually better-- okay, I got one.” Will throws his newfound sartorial choice. Nico catches it in his hands and looks quizzingly at them. “Nice non-ripped jeans, striped black and white button-up… just wear black sneakers and comb your hair out of your face a bit,” Will instructs him.

Nico nods. “Not a bad choice.” He laments. WIlls rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“I’m gay-- course I have some style. What’s your excuse?” He says snarkily.

Nico can only blink back at him. Gay, gay, he’s gay. Oh of course he’s gay! His inner monologue is stupid. I’m gay, he’s gay. Oh my gods, we’re both gay. I could date him! I wanna date him? Do I? No! I don’t! Maybe? Yes? No? He has great arms… it wouldn’t be bad. And a pretty cute smile-- plus he’s gay. Wait… why is he staring at me with that look? Nico opens his mouth but no words come out. Wills starts to full-on laugh. He’s laughing, oh my gods, I’m dead. It’s cute… AH, I’M EVEN MORE SCREWED! Wow, his arms… I should watch him do his blood tests one day. Nope...that’s weird. But would it be hot? Probably…AUGH!

“Are you okay?” Will gasps in between his chuckles. Whatever is happening in Nico’s mind is the mental equivalent to a keyboard smash.

“Yep,” Nico says, preparing to shadow travel. He steps backwards into the shadow and begins to melt away.

But much to his shock, Will’s eyes widen and his hands shoots out, grabbing Nico by his hoodie sleeve. Will drags him back into the light and aggressively points a finger in his face. His expression is a mix between worry and lots of anger. He’s never been like this before. Nico is shocked and weirdly intrigued.

“You’re not getting away with that-- not from me at least.” Will scolds him. Nico stares at him blankly. He’s mad… it’s lowkey hot. Uh- should I be breathing right now because I don’t think I am. I mean, he’s a doctor he could fix me. NO! BAD IDEA! I’ve never seen him so mad. Or mad at all. Huh. Huh... I don’t think my brain is functioning. “-as your doctor… it is an order.” Will finish but Nico caught only 10% of what he said. Nico gulps, not out of fear but out of… well he doesn't even know.

“Noted,” Nico says dryly. Will huffs and nods, looking at him with a fierce glare. It’s now he understands why Percy gets that stupid dazed look on his face when Annabeth is yelling at him. He’s really hot right now and I don’t think that's okay. Nico wants to shadow travel again but it would probably be risky. Not that he doesn't want to see angry Will again, it’s more so… he’s already pushed it.

“Good,” Will says haughtily before leaving the cabin.

Nico stares out his window till Will’s curly blonde hair is no longer visible. He then falls into his bed, face-first into a pillow. He blinks into the pillow-- and does so for a very long time. His brain is fried and it is because of Will.

I’m panicking

-

“I need your help.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Please help me now!”

“Okay, okay, what for?”

Nico looks around him and then back at the IM. “I think I’m panicking.” She raises a brow at him and drily says, no duh. He glares at her; Renya isn’t phased in the slightest. “But really-- I feel like my heart is about to explode.”

“Is your heartbeat really going that fast?” Renya questions. Nico throws his arms up in the air.

“Maybe? Probably not?” Nico sighs and drags a hand down his face. “...I saw Will.” He admits.

Renya’s face turns into an interested smile. “Go on.”She says. Nico feels his face heating up and the following urge to jump into an ice bath. Gods, he hated blushing like a ten-year-old girl.

“Everyone was going swimming…” He continues. The smirk on Renya’s face grows. “-and I decided that maybe I should go too, you know, for fun.” He mumbles.

“Nice to hear you’re not hermit-shelling yourself.” Renya teases. Nico glares at her. SHe only shrugs.

“But-” Nico points up a finger. “Will and his sibling decided to go swimming in the lake too. Which I guess makes sense or whatever, everyone in camp is burning up today but I still wasn’t expecting it.”Nico ignores Renya’s snickers.

“You didn’t realize that he: as a part of the camp, was going swimming in the lake?”

“Shut up!”

“You literally called me to freak out over this.”

Nico just nearly swipes at the message. “I discovered his arms a couple weeks ago and I couldn’t look at him the same; now I’ve seen him without a shirt and I can’t look at him, full stop. He’s hot-- like really hot. Literally looks like his dad; what do I do?” Nico walks around in a circle in his cabin, tugging at his hair in a frenzy. “I stared at him for a complete minute. I don’t think I breathed or blinked or moved at all. Just- I stood there.” He continues.

“Nico,” Renya says seriously. “You’re panicking.” She deadpans. He turns to scowl at her. She raises a brow in defiance.

“I know that!” He cries out. His eyes catch to the uncovered window where there is a perfect view of bare-torso Will ran by. He is silently laughing, hair flying back and eyes nearly closed. Nico gulps and his brain pauses for a minute or two. How are the campers around him even functioning!? It’s like watching a piece of art but not in an objectifying way. “I’m gay panicking but it’s fine.” Nico sputters out. The words are a total mess that falls in front of him. Renya cackles like a witch.

“Will walked by?”

“Yes!”

Nico grabs a blanket from his bed and huddles it around his body. He groans loudly and falls to the ground. Renya’s eyes trail down with him, quietly witnessing his breakdown. She doesn’t even make a sound as he mutters deliriously about how Will is affecting him and that his brain is now melted.

“You know, it may just help to tell him you like him. Might stop the panicking.” Renya offers. Nico glares at her from the ground and forces an arm out to wave around madly.

“What part of-” His arms are now a helicopter rotor. “-this makes you think I could confess.”

Renya rolls her eyes. “You’re an emo-depressed boy, not an emo anxious boy.” She says drily.

“I could be both!”

“But you’re not.” Reyna chuckles. “It’s fine to tell him you like him. He’s not as blind as Percy; he’s as gay as you are so that means he knows what he’s doing. You’ve said it before, he’s very clearly smirked while you blushed. Why not tell him? Will’s not the type to lead a person on. He probably is just waiting his time and having fun with it. It’s more torturous for you than him.” Nico makes a sound of pure gay panic for an impressibly long time. Renya allows him to do so. “I gotta go soon.” She looks off the IM for a second and nods. “However, you still need to at least consider it.” She points at him threateningly.

Nico nods meekly from the floor and watches wordlessly as the IM disappears.

If anyone is able to die from gay panicking, Nico’s unwilling trying to accomplish it.

-

Nico wants to die but he can’t seem to turn off his mouth. The words he was spilling weren’t the ones he had practiced with Renya but Will is smiling at them nonetheless. He’s sure the red on his face has taken over and he’s become a tomato head. Nico feels miserable and thanks all deities for making sure no one else is walking onto the scene.

“-so yeah that's kinda what I wanted to say...yeah.” Nico prays for his father’s realm.

Will lets out a laugh and if it wasn’t so horribly sweet and cute, Nico would have shadow traveled away. “That’s very nice and brave of you to say,” Will says. He leans out and presses a kiss to Nico’s cheek. Nico nearly falls over. “And I like you too. But I’ve been waiting for you to make a move since you started staring at my arms like a lifeline.” Nico gasps and points at Will accusingly.

“You noticed?”

“How could I not.”

Nico glares at him harshly. “I don’t like you no more.” He mutters. Wills sighs but with a smile on his face. He opens his arms and closes them around Nico’s form. Nico is shocked by the fact that he is still standing. His inner mind is frozen still. “Oh.” He says dumbly.

Will chuckles, the sound resonates lowly and vibrates from his chest to Nico. “Does this make up for it?”

Nico scowls but doesn’t deny anything. His heart is beating much faster than it should but it’s kinda okay with him. He decides that, yes the hug makes up for the torture Will put him through: freaking arm tease. It’s warm and comforting and he really likes how Will smells.

“Yeah. It does.”

Awe... aren't they just so cute? I wrote this pretty late at night so my own speech patterns ended up slipping in. By the way, the emo-depressed/anxious boy thing is literally a thing I put in from my own personal conversations. I have a very wonderful NB emo anxious depressed boi in my life. I hoped you guys liked this story and found it either funny, cute, or slightly relatable...maybe. - Mka1098

[clovis-enthusiast]

Lotsa Clovis headcanons that you can pry from my cold dead hands

Keep in mind that these are just MY HEADCANONS! None of this is canon unless specifically stated! Feel free to agree or disagree. I juts rlly love my boy and his cabin and will gush about them for hours if given the chance.

Since there is a lot, I’ll put them under the cut so as not to clutter ur feed with my rambling! So uh click ‘keep reading’ to see me babble about my all time favorite character! Hope u enjoy if u read em and always feel free to send me a message about ur own headcanons! (I’m always thinking of more, so this post might be updated every once in awhile!)

He is very French. He was born in France and lived there for a short while before he and his mother (the reason I say mother instead of parent is because it was hinted at in canon that he has a mother. my go to name for her is Camille) moved to the US due to monster related problems. (He has a French last name. Something like Valois is my go to.)

French is his first language but because he moved to the US when he was quite young, he is very fluent in English. He often switches between the two languages when he’s EXTRA sleepy without noticing leading to a lot of confusion (and you can bet that he DEFINITELY swears in French because not many people at camp can understand him when he does. Those who do have a newfound respect and fear for him.)

He was initially a longtime member of the Hermes cabin even though pretty much everyone could guess who his godly parent was.

Was DEFINITELY a part of Luke’s army at one point due to the fact that he looked up to Luke as the older demigod had always treated him like a little brother, AND his godly brother Morpheus was also on Kronos’s side of the war. However, Clovis did not stay with them for long once things began to get bad and returned to Camp Half Blood with time. (Morpheus and Clovis now have a strained relationship.)

Best friends with Lou Ellen Blackstone of the Hecate cabin. They were both temporarily on Luke’s side of the war and were held with suspicion and distrust when they returned to camp, so they tended to stick by each other while the other campers warmed back up to them. Because of this, they are now very close and are always goofing around (much to the annoyance of the other head counselors aside from the Stolls, of course.)

Definitely had a thing for Nico di Angelo in the past. As the two boys are both the sons of underworld gods, Clovis had already felt a certain tug towards him. When he heard Nico’s story from the camp’s rumor mill (thank Lacy and Mitchell for that one) he became utterly infatuated. Over time, his curiosity turned more into a little crush which then became a BIG crush, but as neither Clovis nor Nico are really all that great with normal human interaction, the son of Hypnos’s flirting techniques sort of went unnoticed. That’s why Nico seems to be the only one being pulled into Clovis’s dreams at any given time despite Clovis being a ‘very strong dreamer.’ The truth is that Clovis has full control over who enters HIS dreamscapes. He tries desperately to impress Nico and help him out wherever he can, but when Nico eventually chooses Will to be his boyfriend, Clovis, though a bit sad that his first crush in a long time didn’t share the feelings, is VERY supportive. He loves to tease Nico about how hopelessly head-over-heels the broody teenager is over his sunshiney boyfriend. And if the two were ever to break up for whatever reason in the future? Well, Clovis is definitely still up for a shot.

Clovis and Nico are still VERY close. Clovis is one of the only people that Nico feels comfortable enough to be himself around and often confides in him whenever his negative thinking gets the best of him. Clovis also plays a big part in Nico regaining the memories of his past when he’s ready which he will forever be thankful for. The two obviously spend a lot of time together in dreams and greet one another in a warm fashion whenever they come across each other by chance at camp. This confuses literally everyone because literally no one has ever seen them interact before?? How are they friends?? 

Has HISTORY with Drew. No one is really sure what kind of history (it seems as if there was a little bit of memory erasure throughout the camp on the situation... hm...) but most people speculate that the two shared a romantic relation at one point in time. Turns out, they were NOT compatible, and the whole thing went up in flames. Drew still holds a huge grudge against Clovis who acts as though he could honestly care less. He still treats her politely though there have definitely been some not-so-subtle nasty looks cast across the campfire towards her direction before.

Also very close with Lacy and Mitchell from the Aphrodite cabin. Lacy feels terrible about Drew’s trash-talking and rumor-spreading and eventually works up the courage to say hi. They became fast friends, and Lacy definitely has a bit of a puppy-dog crush on him, but she is much too young for Clovis. He sees her as a little sister and allows her to put makeup on him, do his hair, and even tries on dresses and such just to make her smile. Mitchell, on the other hand, became friends with Clovis out of spite in all honesty and ended up liking the sleepy blond a lot more than he thought he would. He might have a teeeeeny tiiiiiny crush on him. Don’t tell Lacy.

Close with Pollux of the Dionysus cabin. Pollux sees a lot of Castor when he looks at Clovis which is a huge comfort to him. The two counselors have a lot of deep talks late at night, and Clovis always makes sure that Pollux is sleeping well without being haunted by nightmares. Dionysus would never admit it, but he is very thankful that someone cares that much about his only son.

Good friends with Rachel Elizabeth Dare surprisingly! He helps her out often, and the two like to sit and chat about mythology, artwork, and prophecies in the big house and at the campfire.

Has allies and friends in high places. Due to his powerful dreaming, he’s been to quite a few strange places and met quite a few strange people... or you could call them the gods, I guess. He knows a lot of the gods and goddesses from all kinds of mythologies (though obviously more of the Greek ones than anything) and they seem to like him well enough for some reason. (Probably because he’s one of the only demigods who doesn’t want to strangle them and doesn’t mind listening to them complain about petty godly things.) He often has little chats with them where he keeps them updated with the going ons of Camp Half Blood and they keep him updated about... godly drama. He kinda lives for it tbh. It’s part of the reason why he’s so informed about the gods.(Annabeth is maybe just the tiniest bit jealous.)

He’s a year round camper because it would be much too dangerous for him to go back to living with his mother. He stays in contact with her via dreams, letters, and Iris messages though!

MUCH more powerful than he lets on. He just doesn’t like conflict. 

One of his most frightening abilities is the ability to summon terrible creatures from people’s nightmares and use them to fight. He doesn’t like to do this as it can be very traumatizing for the people he uses it against, AND it’s not always a guarantee that the nightmare creatures will obey him.

His other more battle-ready powers are the ability to put an entire battle field into a deep slumber and memory alteration/erasure. He can use his memory alteration/erasure on monsters of weaker defenses AND demigods (though he feels much more comfortable using it on monsters.) He uses these powers to alter how monsters/enemies perceive demigods. Because of this, there are quite a few friendly hellhounds and scythian dracanae wandering about the camp. All of his powers are VERY draining and take a lot of concentration in order to work as intended. He will often sleep for days after a battle because of this.

He is also capable of fighting whilst asleep. In fact, his senses are heightened, and he tends to perform better this way. He also heals much faster while he is asleep. 

It is speculated that he will either grow wings from his head or his back, but it will not happen until he grows older. It’s a rare trait that few Hypnos kids (and Thanatos kids) develop, but due to Clovis’s power level, everyone is pretty much waiting for it to happen.

He can change his appearance at will in his dreams, but his aura is still the same, so he can still be identified pretty easily by people who know him personally. (As a side note, his eyes pretty much change color on their own to reflect the mood of the dreamscape he’s currently in. Gold, emerald, and violet are the most common colors. His true eye color is blue.)

Doesn’t really care about gender all that much. He has absolutely no problem with people referring to him using any pronouns (she/he/they) and is quite comfortable with himself in general. Many demigods who are questioning their gender comes to talk to him about it, and he’s always open to hearing them out and giving them advice.

VERY bisexual. Likes girls, guys, literally anyone who can keep him awake and interested for more than five seconds.

The unofficial official camp therapist.The role used to belong to Will Solace, but the truth is that the son of Apollo is much more comfortable dealing with physical ailments and problems he can fix medically than he is with dealing with feelings and mental ailments. Clovis is a very good listener despite the popular belief that he’s too busy nodding off to actually hold a conversation with properly and has a very calming aura that helps people feel safe enough to be vulnerable with him.

The go to babysitter of camp. Due to his Hypnos kid vibes, he is able to keep even the most rambunctious demigod and satyr children under control. His nap times are legendary. 

VERY big on respecting people’s privacy and boundaries. He tries his best not to enter any dreams uninvited, and he never talks about what goes on in people’s dreams ever. He also NEVER looks into people’s memories without their permission. He makes sure his siblings follow these guidelines strictly.

He literally lets anyone come into the Hypnos cabin at any time to get a good rest. The cabin has an open door policy.

New campers are often allowed to stay with the Hypnos cabin if they’d rather not face the chaos of the Hermes cabin.

Contrary to popular belief, his cabin is actually NOT the messiest cabin. The Hermes cabin wins that one though they’re followed closely by the Ares and Hephaestus cabins.

He and his siblings are some of the closest in the camp. They meet up and hang out in each other’s dreamscapes and have family nights. Clovis is the oldest AND is a head counselor, so he is very protective and responsible when it comes to his siblings.

Gives AMAZING massages. Leo and the entirety of the Hephaestus and Ares cabins are regular customers. Fight me. 

Actually a very good strategist when it comes to battles and such given that he’s awake enough to actually communicate his ideas. If you get them on your Capture the Team game, you’re already doing good. Annabeth and the Athena cabin love the competition, and they’re nearly unstoppable when they work together with him.

Clovis suffers from TERRIBLE narcolepsy, even for a son of Hypnos. It’s gotten him into a lot of bad and dangerous situations such as falling asleep mid battle, mid conversation, and even in the bath once when he was little. He has developed a fear of heights and water due to his condition.

Holds a lot of frustrations towards himself. Frustrated that he ever turned against the camp that offered him a home, frustrated that he couldn’t help Jason restore his memories, frustrated that couldn’t help more in the war against Gaea, just... frustrated. He tries to sleep off these negative moods because he doesn’t like to bring people down.

Absolutely not opposed to cuddling with people who are okay with it (he always asks first!) It’s a surefire way to get a good night’s rest since you’re so close to him, plus he’s very soft and warm!

Has a good singing voice, but just isn’t confident enough with it. He pushes through his insecurities to sing lullabies to those who really need them though. His lullabies are unmatched. 

Adores cats with all of his heart due to their lazy and relaxed nature, but he knows that he could never be able to care for one well enough. 

ALWAYS wears pajamas. Like all the time. Chiron has given up on enforcing the dress code. He also made sure to have custom made camp bracelets instead of necklaces to be sure that none of the Hypnos kids are choked/strangled by them if they happen to fall asleep in a bad place or position.

Lives in the past. Old movies, old music, old slang, you name it. I mean, he practically sleeps for the majority of his life, so it’s not all that surprising that he’s a bit behind the times. He thinks the modern age moves much too fast for him to keep up with.

The demigods of camp take turns making sure Clovis and his siblings are taking care of themselves. Walking them to the showers and dining pavilion, making sure they get a little sunlight each day, and the bare minimum of training.

He is the best boy.That is the only FACT that I do not accept criticism on. Thank you.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Anubis: How do you feel about death? I’m not gonna lie, it’s a terrifying thought.  Atum: What are your greatest imperfections? I got a lot of those. Bastet: Do you have any cats? No. Hathor: What brings you joy? Coffee, my favorite food, my doggo, spending time with family, reading a good book, watching a good show or movie, listening to music, a day at the beach. Horus: What is one thing you've had to fight for in your life? I’ve had a lot of struggles and obstacles. 

Osiris: Do you believe in the underworld? Yes. Ra: Do you have any major responsibilities or importance? I got bills to pay.  Thoth: Do you like to read/write? I love to read. I finally started a new book, ya’ll. It’s been a minute, but I’m getting back on track. I used to like writing, too. When I was like 12/13 I loved writing short stories. I haven’t written anything in awhile, though. Not since graduating a few years ago. Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done? Uhh. Bran: How is your health? Uh, not great. I talk about it all the time. I have physical stuff, but it’s my mental health that really gets me.  Brighid: Tell us about your relationship with your father. My dad is very loving and supportive. He’s always made sure my brother and I had everything we needed and a lot of what we wanted, too. But we’re not very close and I feel bad for saying that. I’m so blessed to have both of my parents in my life, but our relationship is a lot different than what I have with my mom. She and I are very close. I can talk to her about anything. She’s done SO much for me all throughout my life. I couldn’t do it without her. I guess it’s just my dad and I don’t have a lot in common and I don’t feel like I could talk to him about the same things I talk to my mom about. He’s not as easy to talk to. We also have a lot of the same personality traits and we sometimes butt heads.  Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal? Dogs and giraffes. Danu: What is your relationship with your mother? I explained that up there. She’s my rock. Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die? I believe in heaven and hell. Olwen: What is your favorite flower? I don’t really have one, I just always tend to say roses for some reason. I think a lot of flowers are really pretty, but I don’t have a particular favorite.  Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed? Yep. Bragi: What kind of music do you listen to? I like variety. Freya: Have you ever been in love? Yes. Twice. Both were unrequited and ended with me getting hurt. Fun times. Freyr: Do you have any children? Noooo. Hœnir: Are you a silent or talkative person? Generally pretty quiet. I’m not a very chatty person, but I have my moments.  Iounn: How old are you? 30. Loki: What is the best trick you've ever pulled on someone? I was never a prankster. Odin: What is your family like? Awesome. They’re hilarious and pretty chill.  Thor: Would you consider yourself pretty powerful? Uh, no.  Tree: What have you done with your life? What are you going to do with it? I don’t feel like I’ve done a whole lot... my twenties seemed to come and go in the blink of an eye and I feel like I wasted so much time. I fear my 30s will be the same. I’m going to be 31 in a few months and nothing has changed. I’m afraid they never will. Time stops for no one whether you’re ready or not. Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself? It’s pretty clear I don’t think much of myself. Ares: Are you an easy person to anger? No. Easy to irritate, though. Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist? No. I have no artistic abilities.  Apollo: Do you play any instruments? Nope.  Dionysus: Do you drink? Nah, I stopped drinking almost 10 years ago. I just really don’t care for it. Hades: Do you have a bad reputation? I don’t want to know what my former friends think of me now. Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead? Absolutely not. I don’t mess with that kind of stuff. I think it can open a door that you can’t close and invite stuff in you don’t want. Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything? When I was a kid I thought the candy in the big candy bins at the store were free to take. Whoops. Poseidon: Are you a moody person? Very. Zeus: Are you a confident person? No. Jupiter: Would people say that you are intimidating or fairly approachable? I certainly don’t think I’m intimidating. I’m very shy and awkward and probably come off as standoffish. I’m nice, but I’m not like overly friendly. I don’t say a whole lot if we’re just meeting. Pluto: Where do you think we go when we die? You asked this already Apollo & Dianna: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night? I suppose the night cause it’s when I do surveys and listen to ASMR and catch up on other YouTube videos, which I like doing.  Mars: Have you ever gotten into a fight? Not a physical one. Minerva: Do you generally give good advice? I think I used to. Nobody should come to me for advice now, though. :| Proserpine: Have you ever felt trapped? I feel trapped in my mind and with how things are going in my life. Plutus: Do you have a job? No. Venus: Have you ever had your heart broken? Yes. In the romantic sense, from the loss of loved ones, and from things that I’ve been through.  Vesta: Do you like being home or do you try to get out whenever you can? I'm a homebody.  Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what? My mind wanders and I zone out a lot.

[mossdeemo]

Tag Game

I may have gone a little overboard

(Rules: recommend 5 shows, books, movies, youtubers, and songs)

Tagged by: @stickers-on-a-laptop

Tagging: @starlightinhumanform @insomniacscoffeecup @whoever else because my mind is empty (if u do it tag me I wanna see :0)

SHOWS

Fruits Basket

The first anime I ever watched. Fruits Basket focuses on a teenage girl and her relationship with a family that is under a curse. There is also a manga and the anime is currently being rebooted and is so heckin pretty.

Accel World

Also an anime/light novel series, that takes place in world with very advanced tech and about teens who have access to a program called Brain Burst which can speed up your mind so fast that you can immensely slow down time, but requires you to play this AR fighting game and fighting against other people with e program frequently in order to continue using it.

She-Ra

The animated series that is a reboot of the old She-Ra that I have enjoyed a lot and am really excited for the finale of.

Elfin Lied

I’m talking a lot about anime, whoops? There is also a manga series that I have not read, but it is about these mutants called Diclonii that are highly and motivated to kill humans, and have invisible arms called “vectors” that can very easily be used to kill people. One of the main characters is a Diclonii that hits her head and loses her memory, becoming harmless and befriending two humans. Very gorey show, as a warning.

Tangled: The Series

I haven’t finished this show yet, I’ve only seen 2/3 seasons, but it is a show taking place after the Disney movie Tangled and about what happens to afterwards. There are a lot of really good things about it, I couldn’t tell you I enjoy every episode as sometimes it’s kind of boring, but I still really like it

BOOKS

The Outsiders

An oldie but a goodie, it’s about a group of greasers in the 60’s, mainly a kid named Ponyboy who is being raised by his older brother and ends up in Some Trouble oop. This book is super old and still has like its own tumblr fan base which you gotta give it some credit for. I feel similarly to this books writer as people do to JK Rowling cause she sucks.

Staying Fat for Sarah Byrnes

Book written almost 30 years ago that discusses body image, abuse, religion, and abortion and all that fun stuff, very

The School for Good and Evil

Another series I haven’t caught up with yet, but the first book is by far my favourite. It about two young girls living in a little village who are taken away to this school for good and evil— but uh oh— the girl who thought she was good goes the evil school and visa versa. It’s a really great story, lots of fairy tale themes.

The Mysterious Benedict Society

I haven’t read these books for a while, but I really really loved it. It’s about these children with extraordinary gifts who are recruited by a man named Mr. Benedict to take down a evil institute. Really cute and interesting and,, good.

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Another wonderful book series, that I love to bits. It’s hard for me to describe the first few books because I haven’t read them in a while, but I love the humour of the fourth book which I read more recently and the characters are so good.

MOVIES

The Devil’s Carnival

Three people die and go to “the devil’s carnival” a place that is designed to give them one last chance before deciding whether they should go to heaven or hell. Kind of. It’s a pretty interesting movie, and I would say that it’s my favourite movie, and despite being it being a horror movie it is not very scary. It is also a music, and the original and the movie’s sequel have some great songs

Repo! The Genetic Opera

A film made by many of the people as The Devil’s Carnival, and is also a horror musical. Repo is about a world where surgery is a fashion statement and people are doing all the time just for fun. But Gene Co, the company responsible for all of these surgeries, are sending their hitman after anyone who can’t afford the surgeries they got to take back what was given to them. Also really really good, even if I’m awful at explaining it.

Juno

A movie about a teenager who gets pregnant and plans on letting an older couple adopt her baby. A heckin classic. It’s got Ellen Paige and Michael Cera, and music by Kimya Dawson who is a fav of mine. excellent.

Steven Universe The Movie

I’m a big Steven Universe fan and think the movie is really great and that is all.

YOUTUBERS

helloleesh

Commentary channel who talks a lot about other youtubers. Very nice person who is pleasant to listen to)

Drew Gooden

I really enjoy his humour and have binge watched his stuff several times)

The Rings System

Achannel made by a system that talks a lot about DID/OSDD and who I have found recently. They seem cool!

dangelowallace

Another commentary youtubers, he’s really chill and sarcastic and,, makes good shit

Dear Mr Atheist

A channel that you can probably tell is really religion centric. I don’t watch all of his stuff but he’s made some really really good videos about Christianity and cults and has done some funny stuff to push back against things like the “make america straight again” conference. LGBT+ and super proud of it and supportive of other members of the community.

SONGS

Not giving descriptions for these,,, u should just,,, go experience them

(Picking a Kimya Dawson Song was hard cause I just love her so much lol)

Cult of Dionysus — The Orion Experience

Heart of Brass — Charming Disaster

Circus — Lindsey Mendez

Girl Anachronism — The Dresden Dolls

Being Cool — Kimya Dawson

[kyaappucino]

Love Me like You Do

Pairing: Hongbin/Wonshik

Words: 4,651

Rating: G

Summary: The last time Hongbin had been up onstage was nearly three years ago, when he was thirteen. The very idea of being able to prove that he was worth more than his face was immense; it seemed like wherever he went that was all people saw. And quite frankly, he was sick of it.

Notes: I joined the chapters to form one big fic. Title is from Ellie Goulding’s song of the same name.

Warnings: classic songfic from the days of ff.net

The Aphrodite cabin was known as the Paris of Camp Halfblood—always fashionable and sweet-smelling. It was enough to drive Lee Hongbin mad with boredom. Not that was the only thing that happened in the Aphrodite cabin, but it was a large part of their culture. At first, Hongbin had found it cool when he could suddenly speak fluent French ever since his mother claimed him—especially since he hadn’t lived anywhere else besides Seoul. Before Hakyeon had arrived at Camp Halfblood it was Hongbin who was constantly hounded with love calls and who hid himself away in Jaehwan’s cabin when things got particularly bad.

It was a sunny afternoon when Hongbin decided to leave his cabin for a while, not having any quests to go on. His training session with his mentor was finished and he’d been praised for a job well done—he had a real knack for his chosen weapon. He’d given fashion advice to Gongchan before he left however; he loved that boy but he really didn’t seem to understand that plaid on plaid just wasn’t happening. When not in chaos, Camp Halfblood was one of the prettiest places he’d ever seen. Somehow, while walking in the afternoon sunshine he found his way towards Dionysus’s strawberry gardens.

“You need anything, Bean?” He looked around and smiled when he saw the Greek god himself, can of diet coke in hand. “Not really, Mr. D. Just looking around.” While Mr. D was usually cold towards demigods, he also appreciated Hongbin helping out with the strawberry gardens and for spending a bit of time with Pollux, Dionysus’s remaining child.

“Well, if you aren’t doing anything—could you tell that boy to stop pinching my strawberries? We need to keep camp afloat, you know.” The curly-haired god pointed with one of his chubby fingers towards a boy with white hair and droopy, sleepy eyes lined with kohl. Perched on his head was a snapback, shielding him from the sun. He was holding a basket and was picking strawberries—and every so often popped a few into his mouth. “It’d be great if he didn’t try to eat his weight in strawberries.”

Hongbin leaps over the fence and nods, trying not to clip the strawberry hedges and he approaches the sleepy-eyed boy, who tucks the strawberry basket under his arm and grins. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself. Mr. D just wants you to quit picking so many strawberries; you’ll bankrupt camp, the way you’re going.”

“Ah, really? Sorry—it’s just that, Mr. D grows the best strawberries I’ve ever tasted. Better than the ones you can buy in the market.” He turns to where the Greek god of wine is standing, drinking from a can of diet coke. “Sorry Mr. D! Dad just suggested I sample the strawberries—great for inspiration!”

“Inspiration?” Hongbin asks, falling into step with the boy as they walk out of the strawberry gardens. “Yeah—I was having a hard time writing a song so I asked my dad what to do, and he said that Dionysus grew strawberries so delicious, I’d write odes and spin rhymes to ‘em!” Apologetically, the white-haired boy hands Dionysus the basket of strawberries, and when Dionysus takes the basket, it completely disappears.

“Tell your dad flattery gets you nowhere, Ravi. Beans, get him out of here before I stuff you both in a bottle of Merlot!” Despite his words, both boys see Mr. D hiding a grin behind his pink cheeks.

“Beans?” the white-haired boy asked, a smile playing on his lips. “Ravi?” Hongbin shot back, giggling. They stopped at a fork in the road, with signs labelled with all the different cabins.

“Gonna go back to my cabin now,” the white-haired boy said, grinning. “I can definitely think of a few things to write.” Hongbin nods, his heart fluttering in his chest. All the signs if he ever knew them—and being a son of Aphrodite, he definitely did. As the boy with the snapback starts to walk away, Hongbin shouts, “What’s your name?”

The boy in the snapback looks back at him, and Hongbin swears he’d never seen a smile brighter than the sun. “You heard Mr. D, Beans! I’m Ravi!”

Hongbin spends the day taking photos with his cellphone’s camera, careful to keep the shutter sounds off. When he looks at his camera roll, they were full of flowers and scenery, but the focal point was always a bit of white in the background. Whether it was daisies, clouds, or even just photos of the various cabins—his thoughts kept straying back to Ravi.

He had to find out what that boy’s real name was.

❣

“Fading in, fading out, on the edge of paradise…” Hongbin had been lying down on a patch of green grass, letting the warm rays of the sun dry his cotton-candy pink hair, his eyes closed. It had been a week after the strawberry incident and one of his favorite things to do was to listen to the Apollo children compose songs and music.

“Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I’ve got to find…only you can set my heart on fire, on fire…“

The music cut off there, and there was a deep voice that said, “Ah, it does sound great like that—thanks a lot. I definitely know where to go from here.” He recognized that voice. Hongbin sat up and turned his head and there he was—Ravi. This time however, the boy was wearing a mustard-yellow sweater with a studded black-leather jacket on top. His legs were in black skinny jeans, but his hair was still white. It stuck out like a sore thumb and before he knew what he was doing, Hongbin was walking over towards him.

Ravi’s back was towards him, and he seemed to be talking to two girls; one of them was holding up a sheet of paper and the other leaned her arm on an electric guitar that was strapped onto her body. “Anytime, Shikkie!” the girl with the guitar said. “Glad to hear you finally found your muse!” There was an embarrassed laugh that came from Ravi, throaty and deep—a genuine belly laugh. “Does it really sound like that?”

Their conversation was cut short, however when they spotted Hongbin and waved to him. “Hongbin-oppa!”

Ravi turned around and there he was, white hair, mustard-yellow sweater and black jacket. What stunned Hongbin though were his eyes—when makeup was properly applied, he looked handsome, especially with…smoky eye shadow? The brown-eyed boy peered closer at Ravi. Yep, softly applied smoky eye shadow, tightlined with black eyeliner.

Hongbin grinned at them. “Good morning, girls. Great practice. I couldn’t resist coming closer to hear it.”

The girl with the sheet of paper nodded, her black hair swishing slightly. “Wonshik-oppa makes the best songs at Apollo Cabin.”

“Ravi? Wonshik-oppa?” Hongbin asked, and he grinned. “Yeah…Mr. D calls me that, but my real name’s Wonshik. Hey. Uh…how much did you hear?” he seemed a little nervous, suddenly.

“Something about paradise and fire. It’s really sweet.” At his words, Wonshik relaxed and placed a hand behind his neck. “Glad you liked it. It isn’t done yet, but I’m really making good progress.”

“There’s just…one thing.” Hongbin said seriously, and Wonshik’s face shifted from relieved to worried. “Y-yeah? Is there something wrong with the music?”

“No. But—girls, can I borrow Wonshik for a second? I just…just can’t stand it anymore.” High-pitched noises left the girls’ lips and they squealed, “You can take him!” with Hongbin shouting back, “Thanks!” as he grabbed Wonshik by the wrist and led him towards the Aphrodite cabin and knocked furiously. The door was opened a crack and a blonde-haired boy asked, “Who’s the—Hongbin-hyung! And who’s…oh. My. God. Get him inside, stat!”

Wonshik felt confused, dizzy and was soon swallowed up in the scent of perfume.

❣

The Aphrodite Cabin was bigger on the inside, and its décor changed depending on the day and mood of the cabin. Right now, it had changed into a stylish salon, and there were half a dozen boys and girls attending to Wonshik, with Hongbin approving or disapproving the changes to be made.

“No, no—have you seen his dress style, Minah? That color just won’t do.” Hongbin rejected a tube of purple hair dye and Minah added it to the growing pile behind her. “Hmm. Well, if all of the radical colors won’t do, then…let’s just dye it black.”

This earned a smile from Hongbin, and Minah nodded. “You heard him—let’s get to work!”

There were few times in his life where Wonshik had felt truly overwhelmed, and this was one of them. The opportunity to change someone’s hairstyle had the entire Aphrodite cabin twittering in excitement. Wonshik received tips on how to make his hair softer, skin brighter and whenever he tried to protest, a sweet was pushed into his mouth. If it wasn’t for the fact that this entire makeover was orchestrated by his muse, he would have squirmed away and bolted.

❣

Muse.

That was what his father had called Hongbin, the moment Wonshik had seen the son of Aphrodite. Wonshik had approached Woozi, another one of Apollo’s children about it. “What’s a muse?”

“Well, hyung,” Woozi said calmly, looking up from his notebook. “That’s the person who you get inspiration from. Especially when we’re making songs to give to dad.” The kids of the Apollo cabin knew what he was talking about. Apollo’s children were the ones in charge of writing and composing music, and it always made their father happiest when their children composed songs that could inspire others.

“To inspire,” Woozi continued, “The artist has to be inspired…don’t you think so, hyung? This is where the ‘Muse’ comes in.”

Wonshik thoughtfully nodded and said, “How do you know who it’s going to be?”

The shorter boy smiled politely. “That…I am not sure of, hyung. I haven’t met my Muse yet. But…I guess you’ll know when you can’t stop writing about them? That kind of feeling…”

He had thanked the younger boy and left him to his work, but felt a little confused about the whole thing. That was when he got a message from his father, and suddenly everything had been clear as day.

❣

Until now, he still can’t believe he met his Muse in the middle of a garden of strawberries. The other boys and girls had said that Wonshik’s hair needed time to set properly, because it was being dyed from white to black. In the time that it had taken to properly relax and get his hair ready for re-dying, Wonshik had almost drifted off, closing his eyes.

“You all right?” Hongbin’s gentle voice was near Wonshik’s ear, and he could feel his heart drumming noisily in his chest. “Yeah…but boy. You guys really know how to treat a guy.” Despite the intoxicating mixture of perfume and hair products in the room, he did feel more relaxed than before.

“Sorry…it’s just that…I think you look better this way. Ah…could you look and see?”

When Wonshik’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze was directed to a full-length mirror in front of him. He stood up and looked at himself, completely surprised.

His hair was sleek and as black as a raven’s wing, combed up and parted to one side. It suited him better than the white, with his clothes. His yellow sweater was brighter, and the studs on his black jacket were shinier than before. His makeup was well-done as well, with a smooth cat-eye complimenting his clothes and overall style.

“I hope you don’t mind. I mean…I know it’s just clothes but if you’re trying to win someone over, it helps.” Hongbin said, chuckling.

Wonshik glanced at his Muse, and replied, “Ah…I really hope so. Thanks. I should…get going now. I need to finish up my song.”

Hongbin tried not to look disappointed when Wonshik seemed a little too eager to leave—but he supposed that was what being in the ‘Pink House’ does to you. “Sure, I’ll show you out.”

It was Hongbin who saw Wonshik out, and at this moment all of the other Aphrodite kids had gone, sensing the overall mood. They weren’t called the kids of love for nothing. Before turning to leave, Wonshik turned to Hongbin and asked, “Ah…you meant what you said earlier? About the song?”

The son of Aphrodite raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. What, you think I’m not sincere or something?”

Wonshik shook his head and flushed a deep red. “….no, no. It’s just that…uh, I heard you had really high standards. So if you say it’s good then…”

Hongbin’s grip on the door tightened and he stomped his foot on the ground. “Yah! D-don’t mention it, really—you’re really good, you know. Whoever you’re writing that for must be very happy.”

It’s for you, Wonshik thought. I wrote it thinking about you.

But his mouth wouldn’t cooperate with his brain. Instead, what he said was, “I hope so too. Would…would you mind if I asked for your opinion with songs next time?”

A surprised Hongbin ends up nodding before he realizes what he’s doing. Damn Apollo’s son.

“Sure…see you.”

❣

Since it wasn’t a glamour spell, Wonshik’s hair and makeup stayed firmly on him for the rest of the day. He was the center of attention wherever he went—and it was a moment he soon came to feel proud of, instead of feeling embarrassed by the attention.

Funny what the right hair color could do for one’s overall look.

As he walked further and further away from the Aphrodite cabin, Wonshik looked up to the sky and chuckled. “Dad, you the real MVP.”

“Don’t mention it, son.” He jumped in surprise and whirled around. There was his father, looking ethereal as ever—only this time, he was riding on a sleek, golden motorcycle with a wicked grin on his face.

“Told you—if you hang around the strawberry gardens long enough, your hot muse would show up.”

Wonshik laughed. “Yeah, and it only took him…two weeks. I thought Mr. D really was going to stuff me in a barrel.”

The sun god’s grin got bigger and he affectionately patted his son on the head. Wonshik felt warmth like never before flood through his entire body, and prayed that his hair would hold up to the heat. When his father’s palms came back clean, he mentally thanked his lucky stars. Or, more accurately, he thanked Lady Luck.

“I’d like to see him try. Anyway—I’ll be expecting some really good songs from you soon, son.”

Wonshik took a deep breath before his father disappeared, leaving a cloud of golden smoke in his wake, and the blinding light of the sun was back in the sky where it belonged.

Talk about pressure. He had to impress his father and his Muse, all in one go.

Surely there were quests tougher than this.

❣

For a son of Aphrodite, Lee Hongbin was entirely unwilling to participate in decorating the stage for the Apollo cabin.

“Binnie-ah,” Minah said softly, as respectful as she could. While she had two beads on her camp necklace and Hongbin had one, she couldn’t forget about the time when Hongbin had been truly annoyed. He had uttered quietly, “You’re not getting back together with your boyfriend,” towards one camper, when he was badgered over and over about his cotton candy pink hair.

And to Minah’s surprise, they hadn’t. Lee Hongbin, the newcomer at camp had broken up a couple just by using charmspeak. Immediately afterwards, Aphrodite herself had approached Hongbin and said fondly, “My sweet autumn baby, this is not what your gift is to be used for.” Hongbin had looked at his mother and smiled, flashing those dimples of his. “But it was good, wasn’t it?”

The goddess of love couldn’t help smiling back and stroking her son’s cheek. “Yes, it was very good. But not what your powers are used for.” In the end though, Aphrodite had cancelled his charm-speak and the couple was reunited once more. But the message that had been sent was very clear:

Kids who pissed him off were sure to feel his wrath.

At that moment, Hongbin was curled up on his favorite window seat by the large bay window, staring outside with glass of iced tea cupped in his hands. He glanced up at Minah and smiled warmly. “Yes, Minah? What’s up?”

“Just wanted to ask for your opinion on the stage decorations…” she said softly, unsure whether to give Hongbin the blueprints that one of the other kids had drawn up.

“Let me see.” The look on Hongbin’s face was hard to identify, but he was smiling brightly, showing off his white teeth. Minah handed the blueprints over and Hongbin took a sip of iced tea and shook his head.

“I think it would be better if gold was the accent, not the main color.” When it came to planning out stages, he had a clear aesthetic vision that most of the Aphrodite kids could agree on–but a slightly golden stage for the sun god’s son? Was she being serious?

Hongbin had placed his iced tea on the window seat and had grabbed one of the pink pens that were strewn all over their cabin. He marked the places where the gold should be and had written a note on top: make it white.

When Minah received the new draft of the stage decorations, her lips curled into a full frown. “Did anything happen with Wonshik-oppa?”

Hongbin’s hands fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. “What makes you think that?”

“Well…maybe because you requested blinding white for the stage lights? Nobody will be able to see him like that, Binnie-ah…”

Hongbin looked away from Minah. “He keeps bringing me songs to look over. When is he gonna get it? I don’t want to keep reading those stupid love songs…”

Minah resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Hongbin-ah, for an Aphrodite kid…you can be kinda dense, you know?”

The only answer to that was a well-aimed throw pillow flying in Minah’s face. “If you understand, quit asking stupid questions and just talk to him.”

“Talk to him? Minah, these songs…they’re so…they’re practically dripping in love.” he spat out the last word as if it was too bitter to remain in his mouth. “He should just compile all of them and hand it over to whoever’s gotten into his head.”

“Maybe you should come and help us decorate.” Minah said while gently flicking Hongbin’s arm, then laughing when Hongbin gave her the finger and an upgraded version of his stink face.

“I’d rather get piss-drunk on diet coke!”

❣

For all intents and purposes, Wonshik was a pretty easy-going guy when it wasn’t about composing songs, or finding the perfect instrumental track for his siblings’ songs. But this time, he was slumped over at his desk, half-buried in papers full of lyrics with edits in red pen.

He’d been bringing over snippets of different songs to his Muse, hoping that he would be as decisive with the songs as he’d been when giving Wonshik’s hair a brand-new dye job.

Unfortunately, all that happened was Hongbin praising him and then sighing, as if nothing would ever be good enough. Their next festival was closing in quickly, and so far nothing had taken his Muse’s breath away, none of his works had Hongbin in tears. (Of course, it never helped that Wonshik’s way of delivering these notes had been through other people.)

“What’s wrong with me?” Wonshik wondered aloud into his stack of papers, breathing a weary sigh. “Maybe you should try…you know…not being a wuss?” The son of Apollo lifted his head and came face-to-face with Hyuk, who motioned for Wonshik to move as the son of Hermes entered the premises through the window.

Hyuk tapped the floor twice with his left foot and the wings on his shoes disappeared. “Shut up,” Wonshik muttered. “have you asked Ken out yet?” The younger boy’s cheeks turned a crispy pink and he replied, “I’m working on it. I just…haven’t found the perfect moment.”

“You’ve known him your whole life, Hyukkie.” Wonshik deadpanned as he walked into the kitchen and gave his visitor a glass full of water. “Thanks, hyung. And yeah, but I only got this crush like…three weeks ago.”

Wonshik leaned against the marble counter and laughed. “Fair enough. All right, tell me what happened.”

❣

While he didn’t want anything to do with actually decorating the stage, he had to admit that it was beautiful. His fellow Aphrodite campers had argued about the final look numerous times, but in the end they went with something different: after getting word from Grover about the change of time, the background for the stage would be a backdrop of stars, forming different constellations.

“So it’ll be from midnight til dawn?” Grover nodded, one of his hooves pawing the ground nervously. “Since we changed the time, there’s an empty slot…” He checked his clipboard for the order of the festival’s performers. “Would you happen to know anyone who could fill in for the 5:00am slot?”

Hongbin stared at the satyr. “I think the Apollo kids would know more than–” he thought back to all the moments when Hyuk had passed him letters from Wonshik, containing song lyrics. “…what time is Wonshik performing?”

The satyr checked his schedule again. “Kim Wonshik? He’s number 17, so possibly…around five thirty? Why?”

“I think I know someone who’d love to perform at the festival.” Before he’d met his godly parent, Hongbin had wanted to be part of the Apollo cabin–especially when he heard the deep voice of a camper who had a penchant for rap.

“There’s certainly no room for cowardice in love, mother.” Hongbin had said one evening, completely forlorn at the thought of Wonshik working so hard to write the perfect song for a nameless person.

Aphrodite had taken her son’s face into her perfumed hands and said softly, “Ah, but isn’t love all about conquering your fears? My sweet child, you know who they’re really for. Just take the plunge. Who knows…you may even like the fall.”

It was one of the few times Hongbin had truly understood why his father had fallen in love with the goddess, and this, he did not mind.

❣

“What do you mean, they changed the time?!” It was breakfast time in the Apollo Cabin and a very surprised Woozi looked up from his bowl of cereal. “I thought you got the memo, hyung–the whole camp’s gonna be partying until sunrise.” He looked as tired as Wonshik, with his dark-brown hair sticking out in awkward angles.

“Jihoon-hyung,” one of the newer campers, DK passed him a towel, smiling brightly. It reminded Wonshik of Hongbin, except his Muse had dimples. “the milk’s going to dry on your chin.” Woozi took the warm towel and rubbed his face, yawning all the while. “Thanks, DK. A-anyway…yeah Wonshik-hyung. Our deadlines have been bumped up.”

Wonshik grabbed a bowl of rice and started eating. It was going to be a really long day, but he was determined to present the best song for his father and his muse at the festival.

Nothing like a deadline to help kick his inspiration into overdrive.

❣

The last time Hongbin had been up onstage was nearly three years ago, when he was thirteen. The very idea of being able to prove that he was worth more than his face was immense; it seemed like wherever he went that was all people saw. And quite frankly, he was sick of it.

So far, the music festival had gone smoothly, with each Apollo kid playing their best songs and instruments. There was even one Apollo camper who’d set up an entire DJ mixing table for his turn, which was a pleasant surprise–Hongbin had assumed that nearly all of them were just trained in classical music.

“Before we go on,” the emcee says into the microphone, “we have an intermission number from one of the other cabins.”

From behind his spot onstage, Hongbin adjusts his hat one last time, gripping his acoustic guitar. Somewhere in the audience, Wonshik was sitting on the grass and waiting. Waiting for some nameless face in the crowd (or so he keeps telling himself. There’s just no way all of those snippets, words praising the pink cherry sunrise and a voice smoother than dark chocolate–those couldn’t have been for him) and well, Hongbin wasn’t the kind of boy to give up without a good fight.

He just prayed that it was good enough for the son of Apollo.

“Lee Hongbin, from the Aphrodite cabin.”

There was a hush amongst the crowd as Hongbin stepped up onto the stage, where a stool had been set up. He checked his guitar, not looking at anyone in particular, determined to push out a good performance. Sitting down on the stool, he smiled at his audience and said softly into the microphone, “Kim Wonshik?”

The audience squealed in delight and there was a slight yelp in the audience before various people surrounding Wonshik made him stand up. There was a chuckle from Hongbin, his dulcet voice amused and clear. Wonshik was glad that the sky was still relatively dark and that the lights chosen were bluish in color–his face was already warm.

In a slightly huskier tone of voice, Hongbin said in French, “I hope you like it.”

He strummed the guitar once and when the instrumental track started, he began to sing.

“I don’t know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me…”

There was a resounding “Awwww” from the audience, and still Hongbin went on, undisturbed. There were parts in the song where his voice simply couldn’t take the high notes, so he’d decided to pitch it to fit his vocal range.

He locked eyes with Wonshik, standing there staring at him like he was the only person that mattered.

And in that moment, Hongbin willingly offered the other boy his heart.

❣

Wonshik couldn’t breathe. Up there, on stage was his Muse–breathtaking, even in a long sweater and perfectly distressed jeans. He almost dropped the bottle of water he was holding.

When his Muse started to sing, it was unbelievable. There were parts where his voice couldn’t go any higher, but it didn’t matter. Hongbin was deep in the moment, the only way a lover of music could be.

It felt like Hongbin was singing for him, and him alone. The thought alone was enough to make his heart race, but to see it onstage, performed in front of dozens of campers?

“You have suffered enough

And warred with yourself

It’s time that you won…”

When their eyes met, it was electric. There was nothing Wonshik could do but smile, honestly. He’d only been a camper for a few months, but he hadn’t heard of anyone dedicating a song to one of Apollo’s children. Hongbin’s doe eyes pulled in the audience, and along with it, Wonshik’s heart.

After his intermission number, Hongbin asked, “Did you like it?”

There was a microphone shoved into his hands and without missing a beat, Wonshik said softly, in front of every camper present,

“Yes, Lee Hongbin. Yes.”

The next thing he knew, he was already running towards the stage.

[myndopeus]

you give me something to think about (chapter 2)

Read on ao3.

Summary: Trini has no plans for the future, no idea of what she’s going to do after she leaves school. All that’s left is to enjoy the last year she has left.

And oh, what a year it will be.

The Slowburn Hogwarts AU that no one asked for.

Trini barely leaves the dorm for the next two days, preferring to sit moodily in the common room as she attempts to finish her assignments. She makes it to all of her classes, but she hardly pays any attention, her thoughts too caught up in replaying the humiliation of that morning. It’s fine, she desperately tries to tell herself, I’ll just practice somewhere else. Besides, he’s probably forgotten all about it by now. Stupid boy. It feels too forced to be genuine, and her body is tense like it’s stuck in that gut-wrenching moment where Zack swooped up to steal the snitch right from in front of her.

If anyone notices her increased reclusiveness, they don’t mention it. She’s even been skipping meals in the Great Hall, choosing instead to get her food directly from the kitchens. It’s not the first time she’s had an… episode like this, and the house elves are always kind to her. The time when she accidentally mentioned how she found the food “a little flavorless” had been one of the guiltiest moments of her life, as half of the elves had turned their backs while the other half had burst into tears. It was clear that they cared for her though, because after one of her particularly bad nights, she had woken up to a hot plate of tamales on her bedside table. They weren’t perfect, and they certainly tasted nothing like her mother’s cooking, but the gesture was greatly appreciated, and she made sure not to criticize the food anymore.

It’s late morning as she quietly trudges her way up the stairs of the Owl Tower, her footsteps echoing a little too loudly for her liking. She wipes her slightly sweaty palms on her robes, careful not to damage the two letters she is carrying. She smiles a little to herself when she glances at the envelope addressed in playful block script, with little flames doodled in the corners. She loves her brothers, and while they were too young to know that she was a witch, she still sends them vaguely worded letters about school, and how much she misses them. The other envelope is plainly addressed to Papi, and she tries not to look at that one.

When she gets to the top of the stairs, she’s surprised to find Billy there with an owl perched on his arm. His eyes widen slightly when he sees her, but he remains silent as he walks to the window, sending the owl off. Trini awkwardly shifts her weight back and forth as she waits for him to speak.

“Hi Trini!” She’s a bit thrown by the friendly tone in his voice. Rather than being upset, Billy seems quite happy to see her. “How’ve you been?”

It takes her a moment to find her voice. “I’ve been… fine.”

“Good to hear that.” He doesn’t seem to notice the hesitation in her voice. “You know, I was wondering where you’ve been the past two days, because usually you head to the library around half past three or four, but you didn’t show up. I was thinking that maybe you’d gotten tired of me, and like, that’s totally ok if you have, because I know that a lot of people tend to, but it’s still good to see you.” He practically beams at her, and she lets out a breath that she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“It’s good to see you too, Billy.” She smiles at him, and he claps his hands together softly. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately,” she admits. “I haven’t been feeling that good.”

Billy’s face shifts to one of concern. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Is it a stomachache or something? I’m not too good with healing spells, but I can probably think of a few potions that could help.”

“It’s ok, “ she says as she shakes her head. “I’m feeling better now.”

“That’s good to hear.” He notices the envelopes in her hand. “You’re sending a letter too? Which owl is yours?”

She shrugs. “I don’t have one, I usually just use one of the school owls.”

“Ok.” Billy immediately turns away, looking around the tower rapidly before walking towards the wall and coaxing a barn owl from its perch. “This is Patroclus, he’s my favorite and, in my opinion, the most trustworthy. He’s a pretty consistent flyer. Dionysus is faster, but way less trustworthy. Once, the letter he delivered me was over two weeks old. I’m pretty sure he just likes to go off exploring on his own.” He barely looks at her, still stroking the owl gently.

She smiles fondly at her friend as he tells her about the different school owls. He never really stops talking, even as he helps Trini attach the letters and send Patroclus off. They’re walking back down the tower stairs when he falls silent. She turns to him. “You were saying?”

“Huh? Oh.” He gives her an intrigued stare. “You know, usually people stop me when I go off like that, or they stop listening. I’m pretty sure they find me annoying. But you didn’t say anything.”

She stares forward, watching the stairs as pretense for avoiding eye contact. “Well, if someone tells you to shut up, that doesn’t really make them a good friend, does it?”

“Oh, we’re friends? I mean, I thought we were friends, but I wasn’t sure if you thought so too.”

“Well, it’s a pretty good arrangement. I get a choice spot in the library, you have someone who listens, and I don’t have to talk. If things keep going this way, I’m fine with that.” She doesn’t look, but she hears three little claps from behind her, and she smiles softly.

“Since we’re friends,” Billy begins as they enter the grand staircase, “can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“Shoot what?”

“Sorry, that’s kind of a muggle thing. I meant, go ahead.”

“Oh, muggle slang! I take muggle studies, and I actually think it’s super interesting, I mean, they have all sorts of contraptions and inventions, the way they see things and view the world is so interesting, and I never even thought about linguistic differences—”

“Uh, Billy? You were gonna ask something?”

“Right, right, yeah. So, since we’re friends, I was wondering if I could ask what’s been bothering you the past few days?”

Just like that, her temporarily good mood is gone, replaced with a mild feeling of illness. “It was just something stupid.” She tries to brush it off, but Billy is looking at her expectantly, and she can’t find the heart to ignore him. She sighs.

“I just… I like to fly in the mornings, sometimes, and I ran into this kid on the pitch, and we kind of got into a showdown over who gets to use the pitch. Anyways, I totally embarrassed myself, he was practically flying circles around me, and I lost, which means I can’t really use the pitch in the mornings.”

He frowns. “Well, why can’t you just share the pitch?”

She hesitates. “I… it’s not that simple. Theoretically, yeah, we could, but I just…” she trails off, not knowing how to explain.

To her immense gratitude, Billy simply nods. “I understand. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Like I said, not that big of a deal.” They continue their walk to the Great Hall in silence. After a few moments, Billy speaks up.

“You know, I’m also pretty well versed in poisons, too. Might come in handy someday.”

She laughs a little at that, her anxiety briefly sidelined. Having a friend isn’t all that bad, she muses.

[LINE BREAK]

Trini loves everything about magic, but if there was any subject that she would consider a blow-off class, it’s Divination. She’s sure that it’s a respectable and powerful art, but when Professor Trelawney is babbling on about death and disaster, her enormous spectacles practically falling off the edge of her nose, Trini has trouble taking anything she says seriously. She’s also pretty sure that the woman barely looks at their work. Once, she’d written that she had a dream that the moon was her significant other, and Professor Trelawney had launched into an immediate praise of Trini’s “innate connection to the cosmic entities”. There was simply no logical explanation as to how she was still teaching.

“Now, my children,” Trelawney’s voice drops into a dramatic whisper, and half the class smother their giggles. “It is time for you to practice reading the cards yourselves. But beware!” She flings out a hand, and the myriad of charms and bobbles adorning her figure sways, producing a sound similar to an out-of-tune wind chime. “The cards are fickle, and the future even more so. To ensure the least amount of danger, and to minimize any personal distress, you MUST NOT do your own readings. I kindly ask that you find a soul whose aura you trust, and commence the 6-card reading.”

Trini groans under her breath. Partner exercises were the worst, and people inevitably tried to engage in small talk. She resigns herself to waiting until the last unpaired stragglers are left, when a large figure suddenly dumps itself in the seat across from her. She has to stop herself from swearing out loud when she sees that it’s none other than Zack Taylor, currently her least-favorite person in the world.

“Hi,” he greets, with an awkward wave of his hand. She pointedly avoids looking at him. “Sooo… uh, want to be partners?”

“Well, it doesn’t look like you’re going to move any time soon,” she says sardonically, “so I guess we’re stuck with each other.”

“Yeah. Cool.” The room fills with the chatter and giggles of the other students doing ‘readings’, but neither of them speaks.

Zack is the one to break the silence. “I have no idea how to do this, so do you want to do mine first? I promise I won’t blame you if my future’s a mess,” he jokes. With an eye-roll and a heavy sigh, she picks up the tarot deck.

As she mindlessly shuffles and lays out the cards, she wonders what Zack could possibly want. He could just be planning on rubbing his victory in her face, but something seems different about him this time. His usual cocky and careless air is significantly reduced, and he seemed almost sheepish when he first approached her. Laying down the final card, Trini decides to just ride it out and see what happens.

There’s a pause as they both look down at the spread. “So uh, what does this mean?”

She looks up at him, a deadpan expression on her face. “You’re gonna die in three days.”

[LINE BREAK]

As the class ends and the students pack their bags, Zack lingers by their table. “Can we talk?”

She regards him for a moment before reluctantly nodding. They follow the steady stream of students down to the Great Hall. Zack takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair before he speaks.

“You seemed kind of upset after our match on Tuesday, and I figured that was a normal reaction to have, but then you didn’t show up the next day or the day after. Which, I know, was kind of the terms of our deal, but I didn’t think you’d actually listen to me. I don’t know, you just don’t seem like the kind of person who would back down like that. Anyways, I realized that I might have been kinda pushy, and that I might have hurt your feelings, so I wanted to apologize. And also, I didn’t mean it about the pitch times. We can share, or you can have it, I don’t really care. Whatever suits you.” She remains silent through the whole monologue, and it seems to make him nervous.

“So if you don’t actually care about it, then what was the point?” she asks wryly.

He chuckles. “The point? Well, I genuinely am a curious fellow, and you really are a good flyer. I honestly do think that you’re good enough to be on the team. Plus, you seem really cool, so…”

She forces herself to keep her expression blank as she stares him down. His gaze keeps flickering as if he’s not sure which eye to look at, and she swears she can see him start to sweat a little. Finally, she relents.

“Fine. You’re forgiven.” She hears him breathe a sigh of relief. They walk in silence for a bit before Zack pipes up once more.

“So, are you gonna try out?”

“For what?”

“The Quidditch team, duh.”

“Not my kind of thing.”

“Aw, come on.” He steps in front of her, and the force of her look is so sharp that he actually takes a step back (she feels a little proud of that). “You really should. It’s fun, it’s stress relieving, loads of action.” He winks at the double entendre, and she fights the urge to shove him over. “And its our last year, what do you have to lose?”

She makes a face. “I’ve barely ever played Quidditch, I doubt I’d be able to handle myself in a serious match.”

“It’s not that complicated, it’s actually really easy to learn.” She darts around him, and he catches up to her a few steps later. “Alright alright, how about this: the old members of the Gryffindor team are gonna run some drills tomorrow, maybe a practice match if we’re feeling it. Why don’t you come watch, see the pros in action, huh?”

“You’re reaaally not gonna give up, are you?”

“What can I say,” he says, striking a clearly practiced and over exaggerated pose. “I’m an unstoppable force.”

She debates giving an intentionally vague answer and leaving him to figure it out, but the earnestness on his face is almost overwhelming, and she’s pretty sure that he feels genuinely guilty about beating her. While she isn’t a cruel person, she still decides to leave him hanging until they reach the Great Hall.

“Fine,” she relents, and he gives a small whoop. “Now leave me alone, I wanna get lunch.”

“Sure thing, Crazy Girl.” He starts to walk away before turning back. “And I still don’t have your name.”

She smirks as she heads to the Hufflepuff table. “I’ll tell you later.”

[LINE BREAK]

After a Charms class where someone had managed to liquefy half the desks, a Potions class that was just barely averted from an explosive disaster, Trini is looking forward to some peace and quiet in the library as she takes her seat across from Billy and lays out her books in front of her. She inhales deeply, taking in the comforting scent of parchment and leather. 

She’s staring out the window trying to remember how to deal with fire-breathing creatures when the table shakes. She is suddenly very confused when Jason Scott dumps his bag down on the table next to Billy, his face as red as his house crest.

“Sorry,” he whispers to the other boy, out of breath. He turns, making eye contact with her, and a flash of recognition crosses his face. They blink at each other for a moment before Billy’s voice cuts through.

“Jason!” he says far too loudly, earning them a hush from behind one of the bookcases (Trini isn’t sure if it came from a student or a book). Billy ignores it, looking at Jason with a grin. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s Quidditch? Did you get that bowtruckle scratch treated?”

“Good, good, and yes.” Jason hangs his robe on the back of his chair as he sits down. Trini is completely unsure of what is happening or how to react, or why Gryffindor prefect Jason Scott was sitting down with them. “McGonagall and I finally managed to book the pitch for tryouts, and Hagrid said I could come by sometime in the morning to make up the lesson. Speaking of which, how come they never scratch you?” Trini notices a white bandage wrapped around Jason’s hand as he pulls his things out of his bag.

“It’s easy, you’re just not doing it right,” Billy replies, before noticing Trini’s bewildered look. “Oh yeah, Trini, this is Jason Scott, he’s the Gryffindor prefect and captain of the Quidditch team.” Jason sticks his hand out uncertainly.

“Yeah, I know who he is.” She shakes his hand, turning back to Billy. “How do you guys know each other?”

“Oh, Jason and I have been friends since second year,” Billy rambles, turning back to his textbook. “Some kid knocked over my inkwell, which doesn’t sound that bad, but there’s a specific brand of ink I use when I write my assignments, and that was my last bottle at the time and I really needed to finish my Potions essay. Anyways, Jason gave me his, and that’s how we know each other.”

Billy suddenly stops writing. He frowns at the tip of his quill, and looks into his now-empty inkwell with a sigh. Before he can move, a hand places a bottle of ink in front of him. He and Trini look up at Jason’s sheepish face.

“I got permission to go to Hogsmeade to pick up some quidditch equipment,” he says hesitantly. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to get you some more, since you always run out.”

“Thanks Jason!” Billy simply refills his inkwell, unaware of the smile on the other boy’s face. Trini rolls her eyes to herself, ignoring the brief defensiveness and jealousy she feels at Billy talking to someone else. It’s good that he has friends, you should be happy for him.

She turns her attention back to her work, but the environment isn’t quite the same. She’s constantly distracted by Jason whispering questions, and Billy whispering the answers back. A familiar feeling of exclusion begins creeping up her spine.

It’s a change, and not one that she entirely welcomes. For the first time, Billy spends less time on his work and more time answering Jason’s questions. Some of the questions make roll her eyes and wonder how this guy managed to become a prefect, but Billy is a bottomless well of patience and helpfulness. She tries not to feel bitter every time her friend redirects his focus to help Jason, but seeing the two boys interact like she isn’t there starts to make her feel small. She toughs it out for another half hour before mumbling something about meeting someone and heading back to the common room. Billy still waves goodbye to her when she leaves the table though, and that makes her feel a little less insecure.

[LINE BREAK]

“Well, well, well. Looks like you decided to show up after all.”

Trini is heading up the path to the quidditch pitch when she hears the (unfortunately) familiar voice and rhythmic crunching of gravel coming up behind her. She sighs, mentally preparing herself to deal with the oncoming annoyance.

Zack jogs up next to her, clad in a Gryffindor jersey almost as rumpled as his hair, complete with black fingerless leather gloves. His black broomstick is slung over his shoulder, and that irritatingly cocky expression is back on his face.

“What’s with all the black? I thought you were heading to practice, not a funeral. What are you, twelve?”

“Hey! Just because black isn’t a house color doesn’t mean it isn’t cool.”

“Whatever.”

“You ready to be blown off your feet by our amazing quidditch skills?” She gives him an unimpressed stare.

“As if,” she retorts, sticking a foot out and tripping his stride slightly. “I’m just hoping that one of your teammates will knock your ass off your broom with a bludger.”

He shakes his head, and Trini staggers a little when he flings his arm around her shoulders, putting some weight down. “Oh, ye of little faith. Just you wait.”

“Get off,” she grunts, elbowing him in the ribs. It just makes him laugh, but he lets go of her, and she shoots him another death stare that makes his eyes widen with mild fear.

In the distance they see two more figures, one in a jersey and one in school robes. As they draw closer, Trini sees that it’s Jason and Billy, the former of whom seems to be anxiously rambling, complete with nervous hand gestures. 

“Yo!” Zack yells without warning, sprinting forward and leaping onto Jason’s back with a thud. Billy simply watches, but his face breaks into a smile when he sees Trini, and he waves.

“Hey,” he says as she catches up with them, the two Gryffindors still locked in a strange wrestling match. “What are you doing here?”

“I said I didn’t know much about quidditch, so Zack said I could come watch the practice for a bit.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Billy nods thoughtfully. “Jason was just telling me how they don’t have a full team, so it’s not going to be the most exciting practice. He has some pretty interesting exercises planned, though. I’m interested to see how they turn out.”

She raises her eyebrows in surprise. “Do you play quidditch too, Billy?”

“No, I don’t really have the time. Besides, I don’t like rain.” Trini blinks at the out-of-place statement, but she doesn’t think much of it.

Zack and Jason disentangle themselves at some point on the walk over, choosing instead to talk about tactics and the other house teams. Billy tugs on Trini’s sleeve and points towards a wooden staircase.

“We go that way for the stands.” He waves at the other boys as they part ways. “Bye Jason, bye Zack.”

“Billy, Trini.”

Zack suddenly spins, a wild look of glee on his face. “What did you just say her name was?”

“Aaaand that’s our cue.” Trini grabs Billy’s arm and starts power walking towards the stands. She hears him mumble something along the lines of “let go”, and she releases his arm immediately, giving him an apologetic look. As they ascend, she can dimly hear Zack’s voice hassling Jason.

“No no, what was it? Cici? DeeDee? Come on man…”

She’s been to very few Quidditch matches, and she always forgets just how high up the stands are. Even with the enchantments shortening the climb, she’s still mildly out of breath when they reach the top, and Billy leads her to the seats near where the Gryffindors are practicing.

“So do you watch Jason’s practices often?” she asks, stretching her legs out and propping them on the barrier at the edge of the stands. She spots Zack’s familiar form zooming about haphazardly on his broom, his loud voice echoing behind him. Jason is hovering near the goalposts, shouting directions to the rest of the team.

“Somewhat.” Billy’s eyes seem unusually focused as he stares out. “He asks me to review how his plays look, whether they make sense. It’s always good to have a second opinion, you know?”

They watch the team execute drills, and Billy scribbles some notes on a parchment. Every so often Trini will ask a question about the purpose of a formation, or what a move is called, and Billy will occasionally give his commentary out loud, less for Trini’s benefit and more for his own clarity of thought. As interesting as it is watching them fly, Trini begins to grow a little impatient waiting for something to happen.

Soon enough, Jason flies down and bends over to open a heavy chest. A few seconds later, Trini sees two bludgers fly out, and Jason rises back in the air holding the quaffle. He tosses it to Zack, who heads down to the other side of the pitch.

“Wait, Zack isn’t a seeker?” Her heart sinks a little further, as she remembers how quickly he grabbed the snitch. If she can’t even outpace a chaser, there was no point in even trying for the team.

“Not anymore, he isn’t.” Billy gives her a reassuring smile. “Don’t feel bad about losing to him. Zack is one of the best flyers on the team, and he was a seeker for two years.”

“What happened?”

“Puberty.” There’s a beat, and then she bursts out cackling, and Billy cracks and joins her. Their noise draws some peculiar stares, and Zack’s confused face only makes them laugh harder.

“No, no actually,” Billy gasps, Trini wiping tears from her eyes. “The guy is massive now, but he was absolutely tiny when he was thirteen. I swear, if he turned sideways, he would have disappeared.” The image is so ridiculous that it sends Trini into another wheezing fit.

“Please tell me he had the same hair.”

“Yes, but it was a lot less stylish back then.”

She takes a few deep breaths, tilting her head back towards the sky. She realizes that it’s been a while since she laughed that hard, much less with a friend. She turns and gives Billy a smile.

“Thanks, Billy.”

He gives her a confused smile in return. “You’re welcome? I didn’t do anything.” She just keeps smiling and turns back to watch.

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As she gets more and more used to following the plays, she can’t help but agree with Zack; Quidditch was one hell of an exciting sport, and there were only five players on the field. Her eyes widen when she tries to picture what fourteen would look like.

And now that she has the opportunity to actually watch him, she can’t deny that Zack has earned her respect. His flying style might look out of control, but that was just because he had the skill and the guts to pull off all sorts of crazy moves that no one could possibly predict. She lets out a whistle as dodges a bludger with only half a barrel roll, his momentum barely decreasing as he flies upside down.

Trini feels herself leaning forward as Zack draws closer to the goalposts, Jason watching him with a calm focus. Suddenly, Zack tilts to the side, entering a corkscrew, and Trini actually gasps out loud when he lets go of the quaffle to take the shot mid-spin.

The trajectory is off, and Jason barely has to move to bat it out of the way. She hears Billy’s little claps off to the side, as he starts commentating. “Wow, I think Zack’s speed was off, and he definitely overrotated during the shot, but it was pretty accurate for a first try. Jason’s block was incredible though, I mean, the timing was perfect even if the shot wasn’t going to make it in, if it had been on target then he would have been perfectly positioned to defend…”

As Trini watches Jason high-five Zack, she notices that she and Billy aren’t the only spectators there. A female figure is sitting on the other side of the stands, clapping gently. Jason gives her a nod as he flies past. Trini can just barely make out the green trim on her robes, and she makes a noise of disgust.

“What’s she doing here?”

“Who?” She subtly points Billy across the stands, and he squints.

“Her. Kimberly Hart. What business does she have being here?”

Billy shrugs, turning back down to review his notes. “I suppose Jason invited her,” he says with an air of nonchalance. Trini side-eyes him.

“And why would our dear Jason ask the Queen Bee herself to grace us with her presence?”

Billy frowns. “Uh, I… don’t really understand what you mean by that. I mean, she’s just here, I guess.”

Trini notices that Kimberly is watching Jason. Intently. She narrows her eyes in suspicion.

“What’s the connection between them?”

“Oh yeah, Kimberly is Jason’s ex. Ex-girlfriend, I mean. They used to date,” Billy explains.

Trini snorts. “Wow, who would have guessed,” she comments drily.

“Quite a lot of people, actually. It was a big thing in fifth year, but they broke up, of course. They’re still good friends, though.”

“I bet they are,” she mutters, observing the other girl. Kimberly’s gaze is fixed completely on Jason, and she barely even notices the other players.

“Why don’t you like Kimberly?” She starts slightly, blinking to clear her head. Billy is looking at her with a curious expression, and Trini hesitates, wondering how little she could get away with saying in lieu of an answer.

“I’ve just… never gotten along with popular kids.” She frowns, turning her attention back to the pitch. “They never like me, so I don’t see why I should like them. Plus, popularity tends to get to peoples’ heads. They start thinking they’re better than everyone else, just because they’re on a team or they’ve got a pretty face or whatever. Sometimes they need a little bit of humility knocked into them.”

“And that applies to all popular kids?”

“Yup. Every one of them.”

Billy looks towards the goalposts. “But Jason is a pretty popular guy, and you’re nice to him. Well, not exactly nice, but you aren’t mean to him.”

She scoffs. “I’m only nice to Jason because he’s nice to you.” Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Billy smile and look down at his feet for a second.

There’s a thunderous crack, followed by the unmistakable thud of an impact and a pained groan. She searches for the sound and her eyes light upon Zack, clutching his stomach with a pained look on his face as a bludger whizzes off. The player next to him is doubled over laughing his ass off.

Trini stands on the bench and claps as loudly as possible. “Bravo! Bravo!” she yells, and the beater makes a mock bow towards the stands. Zack flips her the finger before flying back into formation.

For some reason, her eyes are drawn back to where Kimberly is seated, and the other girl is staring straight at her, an amused look on her face. Trini freezes momentarily, gritting her teeth at the other girl’s obvious condescension, before pointedly looking away and gathering her things.

“Leaving so soon?” Billy notes.

She tugs her beanie further down as a gust of wind blows through. “Yeah, it’s getting kind of chilly, and I still have some spell practice to do before classes tomorrow. I’ll see you later in the library,” she says as she waves.

She can already feel the headache creeping in, aggravated by the harsh jolt of the stairs. She rubs her temple, squeezing her eyes tight as if that would make the pain go away. As she steps onto the path, she’s suddenly confronted by green robes and a pair of dark, calculating eyes.

 They stand in silence as Trini sizes up the girl before her. Kimberly is the model Slytherin, exuding an air of cool collectedness that was practically tangible. Her eyebrows always seem to be half-quirked, as if she didn’t think anything was worth her time. Trini’s fist tightens around the strap of her bag and she straightens, suddenly hyper aware of the height difference between them.

“I’ve never seen you around here before.” Kimberly’s voice is not at all as slippery and heavy as Trini expected. It’s actually quite smooth and soothing, almost hypnotizing in the way it travels through the air. It comes to her awareness that Kimberly doesn’t remember their brief encounter earlier in the week. She has to mentally shake herself back into focus as the girl continues to speak.

“Billy usually sits alone, so I was quite surprised to see that he brought someone with him.” There’s only a slight pause after Kimberly finishes speaking, but it’s enough to make it seem as if she was giving Trini permission to answer. She seethes quietly.

“Life is full of surprises, Hart. Doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Finished creeping on Jason and decided to go bully some other hapless target?” She notices that Kimberly’s forehead crinkles ever so slightly, and she silently high-fives herself in her head.

“I don’t ‘creep’. Unlike some people, I happen to have a little dignity.” Trini’s eyes narrow and she juts out her chin. “Also, Billy isn’t a hapless target. He’s more than capable of looking out for himself.”

The surprise on her face is painfully evident, from the way that Kimberly smiles and crosses her arms. “Why the face? Like you said, life is full of surprises. Or maybe,” Kimberly takes a step forward. “Maybe, you’re just jealous that he has more friends than just you.” With a final smirk, she sweeps past, leaving Trini positively seething in her wake.

As she stomps her way to the Hufflepuff Common Room, she makes a decision. She’s going to try out for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and they’re going to win the Quidditch cup and wipe that smirk off of Kimberly Hart’s face for good. Filled with resolve, she triumphantly claims one of the armchairs near the fire, and promptly deflates when she opens her textbook.

That’s if I can survive Defence Against the Dark Arts, she groans internally.

[philipeisagoldengod]

DO ALL OF THE ASKS, BBY - Alexandre

OKAY HON I WILL!!! MME. HIBBINS WOULD DEFINITELY APPROVE OF MY ANSWERS!!• Anubis: How do you feel about death?

o Oh, death? I guess it’ll happen when it’ll happen, y’know? I’m not too worried! I’d just rather not die painfully through like an infection or poison or something like that.

• Atum: What are your greatest imperfections?

o Nothing, I’m perfect :)

• Bastet: Do you have any cats?

o Yes, one deplorable character called Nestor, who always somehow finds a way to pICK A FIGHT WITH ME

• Hathor: What brings you joy?

o Everything beautiful and bright! But more specifically, pretty girls, puppies, children, curly hair, science, plants, sunlight, makeup, glitter, and bracelets.

• Horus: What is one thing you've had to fight for in your life?

o Hmm... not much, to be honest. But, I’d have to say Victoire, ma belle rose, the love and light of my life~ Circumstances just wouldn’t let us be together, until finally we could!

• Osiris: Do you believe in the underworld?

o But of course! I don’t think of it as hellish, though-- rather, I prefer to believe in a more neutral setting where the deceased wander aimlessly and think of their life. Or, reincarnation may be an interesting theory!

• Ra: Do you have any major responsibilities or importance?

o Oh, of course. I am central to my household. They would do nothing without me. Maybe cry.

• Thoth: Do you like to read/write?

o I love both! I consider myself a fabulous writer, although my brother does say otherwise… But I believe in myself!

• Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done?

o Ooh, this is hard, since my whole life has been quite an adventure! I’d have to say sneaking into Victoire’s house that one time she was mad at me and I wanted to make it up to her. I… I still have nightmares about Alphonse *shivers*.

• Bran: How is your health?

o I am in perfect health! Really! I have a ridiculously sexy body. And I always make sure my skin, hair, nails, lips, and teeth are properly cared for~ The only issue I might have is that my stomach often gets upset. But I don’t think you want to hear any details about that!

• Brighid: Tell us about your relationship with your father.

o Oh… My father? I mean, I didn’t know him all that well, since he died when I was very young, but he seemed nice, I guess? My mother used to tell me that I was just like him! The one thing which stood out to me about him was the story my mother told me of my name; she and my father had both wanted to actually name me “Philippe,” but come the day of my birth, my father had drank an alarming amount of absinthe and was in the hospital himself while my mother was in labor. When the time came to name me, my mother asked my father to sign it, and unfortunately, he spelled my name as “Philipe” instead.

• Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal?

o I love puppies! They are so loyal, friendly, warm, and loving, traits which I feel are of utmost importance for a pet.

• Danu: What is your relationship with your mother?

o My mother was probably one of the most important people in my life. She was really caring and gentle, and really stayed firm despite anything that happened to us. She wasn’t just laid back, either—after my father died and his estate went to our uncle, Antoine’s father, she managed to convince him that we would manage it well and was able to fight for us to keep it. In addition, she raised us on her own in a city foreign to her and never wavered or showed any regret for our presence. She and I were… very close. I really do miss her still, since she passed only about six years ago.

• Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?

o Didn’t I answer something similar? I believe in a fairly neutral underworld, possibly reincarnation. Oh! But you know what would be great? An afterlife where I’m surrounded by hundreds of buff, ginger, bearded men all wearing revealing outfits and caressing my cheek as they praise me and sing me poems they’ve composed for me!

• Olwen: What is your favorite flower?

o I love so many, it’s hard to choose! My favorites are probably a tie between roses, lilies, and lavenders—I love them all equally!

• Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed?

o Hm… my brother has turned his back on me many times, but I wouldn’t count that as betrayal, more bitter teenage angst. So no one, I guess; everybody loves me!

• Bragi: What kind of music do you listen to?

o Oh, I looooooooove Gregorian chant! It’s so hip, so cool, so nouvelle, so swell and popular with the kids~~

• Freya: Have you ever been in love?

o OH BOY DO I NEED TO ANSWER THIS??!! YES!!! VICTOIRE!! LISETTE!! RANDOM UNNAMED GIRL FROM PROVENCE WHO I FORGOT!! ROBERT!! JOSEPHINE!! ALAIN!! ANATOLE!! EUGÈNE!! DELPHINE!! MICHEL!! HORTENSE!! LISELOTTE!! LUCIEN!! BENOIT!! AND MANY OTHERS, I’M SORRY IF I LEFT YOU OUT!!

• Freyr: Do you have any children?

o I have two beautiful, perfect, outstanding, brilliant, bright children, who I treasure more than life itself. Louis Chevalier, a brave and gentle soul who loves all and creates, never destroying, and Henriette Chevalier, a bright fiery ball of passion, dedicating to leaving the world better than when she first encountered it.

• Hœnir: Are you a silent or talkative person?

o I’d like to consider myself a brooding, silent romantic hero, but Victoire always says I open my mouth too much and ruin my image :(

• Iounn: How old are you?

o That’s for me to know and you to ponder about, my dear ;)

• Loki: What is the best trick you've ever pulled on someone?

o Oh dear! I’d have to say it was that time when I was mad at me brother for letting his hair grow soooooooo long his bangs covered his eyes! I didn’t know what to do, since our stylist was out sick, so I asked Mme. Hibbins to work some magic with her gardening shears and… well… it was magic, all right.

• Odin: What is your family like?

o My family is like the solar system, and I am the sun! Let’s see… Mercury would probably be Céleste, since, like the god Mercury, I always sends her running around on errands and to carry messages and such! Venus would, of course, be Victoire, because her seductive allure and dazzling splendor just could not keep me away! Earth would be Dorian, since he would cry if I separated him from his precious vegetables and because he appears very… fecund. Mars would, of course, be my brother, because of his belligerent spirit and desire to be as cool as I am (spoiler alert: he’s not). Jupiter and Saturn would be my lovelies Henriette and Louis, since they are the biggest things in my universe

• Thor: Would you consider yourself pretty powerful?

o Oh yes, I’m a Philipe-shaped bottle of raw, rough power! (That sounded better in my head, oh well!)

• Tree: What have you done with your life? What are you going to do with it?

o I… uh, what have I done? I mean, I have a nice house? And I love my family! So I just plan to spend the rest of my life basking in my own glory, I guess.

• Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?

o I consider myself the hottest thing alive since the burning witches in Salem :)

• Ares: Are you an easy person to anger?

o I mean, normally I’m not, buuuut… sometimes, when I do get angry, I lash out very easily and say things I don’t mean.

• Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist?

o But of course! This self-portrait just says it all:

• Apollo: Do you play any instruments?

o I play the electric triangle! And yes, Raphaël, that is a real instrument, stop laughing at me!!

• Dionysus: Do you drink?

o I mean, I drink a little wine or champagne in moderation, ignoring the engagement party absinthe, but generally I never drink too much—seeing what it did to my father has deterred me from indulging in excesses, you know?

• Hades: Do you have a bad reputation?

o Of course not, everybody loves me!

• Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead?

o What? No! Maybe Mme. Hibbins did that one time in the local cemetery late at night in September, but I wasn’t there! I didn’t dig open a grave! I didn’t pour in a sack of moldy potatoes! I swear!

• Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?

o Everyone’s hearts~ ;)

• Poseidon: Are you a moody person?

o Yes, I am fairly prone to sudden changes in mood—like, one moment, I’ll be at the dinner table thinking about how hamsters blink one eye at a time, and the next, I’m filled with emotion and want to have sex with Victoire on top of the church roof. I know, I know, I won’t do it… I guess…

• Zeus: Are you a confident person?

o I would say I’m pretty humble, but Raphaël keeps hitting me when I do, so for my own safety, I’ll have to say yes.

• Jupiter: Would people say that you are intimidating or fairly approachable?

o I think people think of me as fairly approachable! I’d hope so, at least!

• Pluto: Where do you think we go when we die?

o I’VE ANSWERED THIS QUESTION TWICE BEFORE

• Apollo & Dianna: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night?

o I like sunshine and brightness, so the day! Although, I do enjoy… my nightly activities… heh

• Mars: Have you ever gotten into a fight?

o Yes, a few times. Not a physical altercation, but I’ve fought with pretty much every person I’ve ever met. Wow, is that an accomplishment?

• Minerva: Do you generally give good advice?

o I think I do, but whenever I give advice, Céleste sighs, Victoire shakes her head, Raphaël leaves the room, Dorian closes his eyes and pretends he’s not there, and basically everyone in my family acts like they don’t trust me, I’m very hurt.

• Proserpine: Have you ever felt trapped?

o One time, Victoire handcuffed me to the bed, but the key fell behind the radiator and the curtains somehow caught fire. We had to call the fire department, while I was in a burning room handcuffed to a bed naked. It was… an experience.

• Plutus: Do you have a job?

o Nah, not really; I don’t need to if I have enough of an inheritance to support myself. Most of my income comes from the property I rent out, anyway.

• Venus: Have you ever had your heart broken?

o Mine? No, not really. It’s hard for me to feel broken or hurt by things like romance. Usually, I’m the one who leaves, but if someone leaves me, I’ll either persistently nag my way back to them or just move on.

• Vesta: Do you like being home or do you try to get out whenever you can?

o I try to get out, I love going outside!

• Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what?

o I daydream… of things which are too obscene, even for me, to speak of! Let me just say one involved a bag of autumn leaves, my naked body, a man from the future named Nicolas Cage, and a 5 meter tall bottle of Cheez Whiz.