{ ' I BECOME SUPREME LORD
OF THE BATHROOM ' }

001. . . ( percy jackson )

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...        𝐏andora liked to spend her time with Dionysus, better known around camp as Mr.D. His room was glass, like a conservatory, full of books and plants, with sweet smelling candles being burnt constantly. It was a warm environment. It overlooked the lake, making it the perfect spot to be (other than the water) during a sunset.

Pandora could hear the chatter of her fellow camp mates on the shore of the lake, laughing and chasing each other. It was a hot day, too hot to be spent in the dense woods surrounding the camp. While they were having their fun, she was sat inside, ripping pages out of books and folding them into intricate designs. Mr.D was sat in his chair, falling in and out of sleep while holding onto a can of diet coke.

"Excuse me—" A sudden voice called out, the sound of light footsteps following after. Pandora looked up from her art, tucking her tongue back into her mouth and smiling at him. The boy was short, but still slightly taller than her, with messy black hair and the brightest green eyes she had ever seen, eyes that greatly reflected sea foam . His voice trembled and his words stammered as his eyes fell on her face. "I-I um. . . I'm Percy— Percy Jackson? I'm new here."

Pandora did nothing but smirk at him and tilt her head slightly, sensing his nervousness. Mr.D inhaled sharply before shouting, "Peter Johnson is here!"

"Really? I didn't know." Pandora muttered under her breath, continuing to fold up paper and stick random pebbles and shells to the design. The closer Percy looked, he realised that she had formed a mannequin and dress out of one sheet of paper. 'Impressive.' he thought.

"'Kay. . . that isn't. . . really my name." Percy said unsurely, looking between Pandora and Mr.D, wondering if she was going to step in and help. "I guess I'm looking for the office? Or whoever's in charge, so. . ."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" The loudening voice of Grover Underwood exclaimed as he ran towards the small group. "Percy, um. . . Mr.D: Camp director. Mr.D, this is, uh, Percy Jackson."

"Yeah, Grover, I heard him the first time." Dionysus sassed, taking off his sunglasses.

"But, did you?" Percy retorted, furrowing his brows while Grover pulled him to the side.

"Hi Grover." Pandora said with a flirty tone, although the pair knew it was a joke, Percy looked between them sceptically. The satyr smiled nervously, waving at her wordlessly.

Grover and Percy conversed for a few seconds, before the blond turned to Dionysus, "Excuse me, your highness."

"Don't flatter him." Pandora snorted into her hand as Mr.D groaned, closing his eyes as if he was in agonising pain. "You're adorable. I love your curls." She smiled, leaning her elbows on the table and looking up at him.

"T-thanks!" Percy breathily laughed, his cheeks visibly warming. "You too— I mean! I, uh. . ."

Pandora poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, before Mr.D pushed her away slightly, urging Percy to continue with whatever he was about to request. "I think my dad may be around here somewhere. I don't know how to ask for him. I don't— I don't even know his name. But I think I should see him. I just. . . I think I really need that right now. Can you help me?"

"Me and you both, hun." Pandora sighed, pulling out a red lipstick and compact mirror, touching up her lips.

"Ugly, shut up. Go bother Luke or Peter or someone." Dionysus pointed at Pandora, before turning to Percy. "I think I can. . . son."

"Dad?" Percy exclaimed, his eyes widening and eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Pandora shook her head and put her accessories away, watching the whole interaction with boredom, sharing occasional glances with Grover, who shrugged every time.

"Yes, Peter." Mr.D smiled, sitting forwards in his chair.

"It's Percy." Percy corrected, shaking his head, his shaggy hair bouncing as he did so.

"Exactly!" Dionysus laughed to himself, "Now, before we get to know each other, there's something very important I want you to do for me, okay?" Percy nodded, allowing his 'dad' to continue. "In the galley, there is a bottle of 1985 Château Haut-Brion, Will you go fetch that for me?"

"Is that really all you have to say to me?" Percy asked in disbelief.

"Hey, Mr.D, even if Percy was—"

"Uh, uh, uh Grover, be quiet, please. This is a nice moment, don't ruin it." Dionysus shushed the young satyr. "The galley is right down that path. Grab the bottle and I'll talk to you about whatever you want. You know. . . uh, you! Me? Who cares?"

Pandora noticed Percy about to move, when she stood up and stopped him. "Don't, Percy. He's lying to you. You're not his son, he just wants a bottle of wine, trust me." She sighed, approaching him with an extended arm. "I'm Pandora."

Percy looked mesmerised as he shook her hand, and she slowly dragged her hand away from his, allowing their fingers to interlock a little towards the end. She looked at him through her eyelashes, a warming smile on her face.

"You're beautiful." He breathed out, making her chuckle softly.

Then, Grover stepped in, pushing the two apart. "'Dora, knock it off. Seriously, stop with the amokenesis."

"What." She shrugged, plucking a grape out of a nearby basket and chewing it. "It's funny."

Percy shook his head as he exited his trance-like state and looked around. "What happened?"

"Mr.D is trying to make you get him wine, and Pandora charmed you into being momentarily in love with her." Grover quickly summed up, making Percy have even more questions as he watched the girl cheekily giggle. Her charming was soon forgotten as he stared at her enticing smile.

The sound of hooves clopping filled the room, as they watched Chiron approach the room. There was an uncomfortable silence as Percy looked between his best friend, Pandora and his fake dad, before finally looking at the centaur. He stood, tall and mighty but dressed in a jumper and blazer.

Chiron breathed in before speaking. "Percy."

"Mr Brunner?" Percy exclaimed, watching as Grover returned to his side.

"Uh, Mr Brunner's real name is Chiron. Camp activities director, immortal trainer of heroes, he is—"

"Grover, thank you. I'll take it from here." Chiron said appreciatively, to which Grover nodded understandingly. "Oh, Percy, this must be a lot for you to process."

"Oh, no, no, it's fine." Percy sarcastically dismissed. "I mean, you're a horse, my father won't talk to me unless I get him a drink, she's just drugged me into loving her." Pandora held her hands up in innocent surrender.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no." Chiron shook his head. "Mr.D is not your father. And Pandora knows better than to use her powers against newcomers."

"I could be." Dionysus shrugged, as all attention was drawn to him.

"Yes, but are you?" Chiron snapped back immediately.

"Why must you ruin everything?"

"Mr.D knows that Zeus has forbidden him from consuming alcohol." Chiron explained, making Mr.D sigh. "And that demigods are able to do things for gods that gods are forbidden to do for themselves. Mr.D was taking advantage of that, hm?" Dionysus shrugged in response to being exposed.

"Well, why doesn't he ask Pandora?" Percy questioned, seeing a flaw in this system.

"Because she's a little pest that knows everything!" Mr.D spat, glaring at the daughter of Aphrodite. The anger was a façade, harmless banter that never halted between the two.

"Tout est dans la tête, Percy Jackson. Je ne suis pas une idiote." Pandora grinned, kissing his cheek before skipping off out of the room and towards the shore.

"Oh, b-bye." He said with the ghost of a smile on his face. His hand reached up to graze over the place she had just nonchalantly kissed.

"I hate her." Mr.D deadpanned, picking up her paper folding and moving it to a bookshelf so it was on display.

"She's something." Grover cleared his throat, chasing after her and calling her name.

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...        𝐓he next day, Pandora was hanging around outside with her friends Elio, Freja and Josh. The latter was perched in a tree, carving his and hers initials into the bark using one of Pandora's arrows. Pandora smiled at their relationship, it was clear how much they adored each other. Josh saw past the fact that she was a daughter of Aphrodite, and saw the true beauty, the beauty within.

Pandora could only dream of having someone like that.

A small crowd formed a few metres away, and Pandora rushed to her feet when she saw the familiar head of messy black hair be pushed to the ground. She snatched her bow and arrows off the ground and approached the commotion confidently, ignoring the calls of Elio to come back. Pandora always acted impulsively when it came to those she cared about. It was one of her mothers' traits that was passed down. Being protective.

Hold on, cared about? What was she thinking? She just met the boy.

"This is the kid who killed the minotaur. Is that right?" Clarisse's condescending voice rang out, her cocky smirk coming into view as Pandora appeared by Luke's side. "Hey princess." She pouted at the younger girl.

"Yeah?" Percy's voice sounded so small compared to Clarisse's, and Pandora pitied the boy.

"I'll bet." Clarisse judgingly looked him up and down, a sneer present in her expression. "Look, you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes." She jolted forwards suddenly, making Percy flinch back. Her little minions laughed as they walked off.

"Bitch!" Pandora yelled out after her, making the daughter of Ares spin around.

"You got yourself a little protector, Percy. A little lover?" Clarisse snorted, looking around at her friends, before turning back to Pandora and Percy. "She'll crush you're little heart in two. Did it the first month she was here to her best friend, I'd watch your back."

The daughter of Aphrodite stepped forwards angrily, shoving Clarisse to the ground, stepping on her chest to keep her there. She loaded in arrow into her bow and pointed it down at the girl. "I dare you." Pandora gritted her teeth, pulling her arm back further.

Luke placed an hand on her arm, gently lowering it with her. "Put it away." He muttered in her ear. "It's fine. You're good." Pandora swiftly unloaded her bow and arrow, and it looked as if she had never even pulled it out as Clarisse's siblings pulled her up and stormed off angrily.

"Well, she seems nice." Percy sarcastically commented, watching the children of Ares walk away.

"Ares kids." Luke sighs, quickly glancing towards Pandora to see if she'd calmed any, which she had. "They come by it honestly."

"Why don't they mess with you?" Percy asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He didn't know where it came from, maybe it was the way Luke was so confident in the way he held himself, or maybe it was how quickly he managed to calm Pandora down. Wait, what?! No way, he just met her yesterday. You can't be jealous of someone you just met, Percy!

"They know better." Luke smirked, his friends laughing too. "They usually steer clear of Dora too, but Clarisse was clearly feeling extra daring today."

"There's something more intimidating about being a swordsman than an archer." Pandora smirked teasingly.

"Luke's the strongest swordsman at camp." Chris commented. "Pandora the archer, too."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Elio challenged, walking up behind the girl and placing a hand on her head. He turned to Percy with his other hand outstretched. "I'm Elio, son of Apollo."

"Percy." Percy replied, shaking his hand courteously. "And I don't know who my dad is."

"You'll figure it out, sooner or later." Peter shrugged, patting his back reassuringly.

"So they leave you alone because, glory?" Percy enquired, still not understanding the whole thing. "So, if I get glory, Clarisse won't mess with me either."

"Exactly." Luke confirmed, sharing a look with Pandora.

"And people think I'm a big deal?"

"Well, sorta, but—"

"And then my dad's got no choice but to claim me!" Percy got carried away with the idea of glory. Glory controlled peoples lives, corrupted them, and that's why Pandora disagreed with the idea of glory being everything.

"You can't force the gods to do anything." Peter reminded the naive boy.

"Well, yeah, but it would make it harder for him to pretend I don't exist, right?" Percy continued with his theory, ignoring the judging looks that he was sent by Luke's friends.

"Maybe." Luke shrugged.

"Well, great. Where do we start?" Percy smiled, looking at the older campers and Pandora, but his gaze lingered for a little too long. Long enough for Luke to notice.

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...        𝐋uke and Pandora led Percy out to the open field, the designated area for archery training. Pandora loaded a blazed arrow into her bow and pulled back before letting go, the arrow landing directly in the heart of the hydra which was at least twenty metres away. She turned to the two boys, where one was looking in admiration and awe, and the other was in a state of pride and expectance.

Her bow was baby pink with painted details in a light, stone grey. She had rhinestoned it to her hearts content and bedazzled it to be just the way she liked it. Her bow was definitely Pandora-fied.

"A good source of glory is feats of skill." Luke started, handing Percy a training bow. "So, we gotta figure out what you're good at."

"I wanna be very clear about this." Percy said nervously, looking between the two. "I've never done anything like this before and it looks super dangerous."

"And you never killed a minotaur before, 'til you did." Pandora retorted, hoping her words would spike some belief in himself. She would be happy to know that they did.

Percy replaced Pandora's place and denied her request to light his arrow, suggesting it to be for the best. She sighed as he looked extremely awkward in the archer stance, so she approached him from behind, holding his arms in the right position and making sure he was standing side-on. He looked over his shoulder at her, slightly startled at how close their faces were before thanking her.

The stance corrections clearly offered no help. As soon as Percy released the arrow, it shot off into the tall grass, and the force of his release sent him to the floor, along with everyone else, who screamed in fear of being shot in the eye.

"Should I try again?" Percy asked shakily, looking around at the lowered campers.

"No!" They immediately exclaimed.

Luke and Pandora led him elsewhere, this time towards the blacksmiths, where Hephaestus' kids usually hung out and worked. It smelt like burning fire and coal, with a hint of sweat and leather. It wasn't the most pleasant place to be, and Pandora definitely felt like the air was affecting her looks. She offered to sit out for this one, claiming that "the heat of the blazing fires would make her sweat and her hair would go frizzy, and oh! not to mention the melting makeup."

Luke looked at her incredulously and she groaned, leaning against one of the pillars and watching the scenario. One of Hephaestus' sons handed her a pair of protective goggles. She hesitantly excepted them, grimacing as she held them and examined them. "These are a seriously offensive fashion statement."

"Dora!" Luke scolded, helping to tie Percy's apron. "Put them on!"

She huffed once more and reluctantly slid them over her head, gagging at the smell.

It all seemed to be going well as Percy got a few decent hits into his scorching metal, until it snapped off and flew into a pile of linen sacks, immediately lighting them ablaze. Luke quickly untied Percy's apron as he slid off his goggles, along with Pandora, who was relieved to be free of them. She grabbed Percy's hand and ran off, laughing loudly as he did too, Luke following behind them.

It was then that they noticed how most of the campers were having their lunch at the dining pavilion, so the trio decided to join them, sitting with Chris and Elio.

"Is there a Greek God of disappointment?" Percy complained, shuffling his food around on his plate. "Maybe someone should ask him if he's missing a kid."

"Oizys. . . but she's a goddess." Luke informed, though this information turned out to be completely useless.

"And her whole thing isn't really disappointment, it's more like failure." Elio added, contradicting Luke's statement.

Pandora rolled her eyes as she saw Percy's demeanour fall into sadness even more. She reached her hand towards his and placed it on top, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles soothingly. Percy stared down at her perfectly manicured fingers, which were painted a wine red, and smiled at the contact.

"We're going to find the thing that you're good at." She promised, squeezing his hand with assurance. "I know it. I can feel it."

A bell chimed in the distance, making everyone stand up with their plates. Pandora groaned and slid her plate towards Percy.

"Our turn." Luke said, also rising from his seat. "Come on." He nodded at Pandora.

"Our turn for what?" Percy questioned, looking between the three that accompanied him for his lunch.

"Burnt offerings." Luke told, trying to pull Pandora up with is hand as she had slumped over the table and buried her head in her arms. "The gods like the smell so it gets their attention before you say a prayer."

"They like the smell of burnt mac and cheese?" Percy doubled back, frowning at the idea.

"They like the smell of begging." Chris corrected, sliding out of his bench, as did Luke, who had finally pried Pandora from being hunched over.

"You burn what you'll miss the most. Then they know that you really mean what you're about to say so they listen." Luke finalised before following after Chris, leaving Pandora and Percy alone.

"You can use mine as extra offerings, if you're really desperate." She offered, a smile on her face as she gestured to her food.

"You don't wanna talk to your mom or dad?" Percy frowned, looking up at his newly acquired friend.

Her smile faltered before it returned, "No need, I spoke with her last week." She lied, stepping away from the table and skipping off into the woods.

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... 𝐋ater that day, when the sun had set and most kids had fallen asleep, Pandora snuck out of her cabin and ventured towards the rock face that supported Mr.D's 'relaxation room'. She pulled a medium sized rock out of the wall and rummaged around in the outstretched hall that was previously hidden. She then found a can full of a box of matches and multiple seashells in various pastel colours.

Pandora grabbed the can and walked further round the rock face until she found her beach space. It was secluded and serene, no one knew where it was, except for Peter, for he was the one that first showed it to her.

There was an ashy, burnt pile of wood and charred sand, from previous nights where Pandora had attempted to contact her mother. It hadn't worked for a while now but she never gave up trying. She always knew her mom was listening, and she just hoped that it was the business and bustling of being a goddess that halted her ability to contact her own daughter.

Pandora swiped the match across the rocks and threw it into the pile of wood, setting a small but warming campfire. It overpowered the cold breeze of the ocean and made goosebumps arise on her skin as she sat before it.

The moon reflected off of the water in beautiful ways, and that stars shine through like a brightness never seen before. Pandora often wondered if the sky was this clear and true in the real world, or the camps magical abilities made it appear so stunning. The ocean waves rippled gently onto the sand, darkening the grains before sliding back into itself. It was a dark blue, basically black, but it mirrored the sky, in more ways than one. At current, a vast, absence of
light with twinkling white specs to cover the surface, but never showing the true fullness and depth to it, unless explored.

Pandora grabbed two of her shells and tossed them into the flames. The blazing orange consumed them immediately, licking at them and darkening their pearliness.

The young blonde cleared her throat before speaking, "Hi mommy." She began, trying to find the right words to say. "I don't know if you can hear me right now, but I like talking to you anyway. There's a new boy at camp, his names Percy. He's really sweet, and has the best curls, like, ever!"

"I think he's important, he killed a minotaur before he showed up, isn't that crazy?" Pandora giggled to the fire. "I hope you talk to me again soon, I still have the necklace you sent down to me, I wear it as much as I can, but I'm worried it's going to break during training."

"Oh! And guess what? I managed to, like, basically complete my appearance changing. I can now confidently change any feature of mine and turn it back, whenever and however I want — not that I would." Pandora explained excitedly.

Her smile fell as she cleared her throat. "I also wanted to say. . . I've been thinking a lot recently. A lot about the journey to camp, and how. . . how it went. Do you think I'll ever see him again, mommy? Do you think it's possible?"

"I'm going to go now because I'm tired, and the sea's coming in a bit. I love you lots and I miss you."

Pandora stood up from the fire, wiping the sand off her jeans and returned her can of items to their hole in the rock face before walking off up the small hill. She looked back briefly at the fire, seeing the shells scorch away.

— 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔

it might seem like they're moving really
fast paced but tm, they're not. there's a
whole bunch of preflirting (after all she is
the daughter of aphrodite) and they're still
kids so they're not going to jump straight
into a relationship.

hope u enjoyed the start to this book!