As requested: Dionysus and the mother of Castor and Pollux

Shelly O'Donnell had been raised in a big comfy home in a very small town in Michigan. Her town was home to 250 people and her family of 8 had never known a world outside of it. Ever since she was little she had been crowded by her five older brothers. As the baby and only girl she was spoiled rotten but that didn't affect her good natured personality. Knowing everyone in town always made her stay very humble. That's why she was very grateful to her parents when they supported her financially with her move to California.

She would be traveling with her older brother by a year, Colin and Mark, her boyfriend of five years. Considering this was the farthest she'd ever been without her parents even at the age of 25, she was very nervous.

After moving into a very cramped 2 bed, 1 bathroom and 1 kitchen apartment about an hour away from Los Angeles. Adapting to her new life was hard. It was weird going outside and not recognizing anyone, most people were friendly but the sense of community was inexistent. She had struggled to find a job at first while her brother and boyfriend had immediately secured jobs.

The stress of having to lean on her parents slowly made her more depressed and grouchy – that's probably why by the end of their 4th month in California she had broken up with Mark. This only created more awkward tension in the household.

The only place Shelly could find peace was when she snuck into the vineyards that surrounded the town. The neat rows of the bushes and the aroma of grapes offered her a new crutch. She would climb over the fence surrounding the fields, making sure she was careful to not get pricked by the barbed wire on the very top. Then she would take out her iPod and listen to her favorite bands as she sat in-between rows of fruit.

That's what she was doing when she was spotted by him.

Shelly's eyes were closed as she listened to The Delgados album, "Hate," which was the only album she felt she could relate to with her. Suddenly she felt someone poke her back making her jump up in surprise and quickly yank out her ear buds.

"I didn't know I wasn't allowed in!" She yelled flustered, although she did know from all the signs that warned about trespassing that she was also subject to a fine and prison time. And she'd be damned if she was going to prison, it wasn't like she was eating the fruit –well not a lot of it.

Shelly turned around and came face-to-face with a man only a few inches taller than her. He had dark hair that glinted suspiciously like it was the darkest shade of purple in the sunlight. His face was round and his cheeks were rosy red. Oddly he had strange light purple irises; Shelly thought she must be seeing things because she didn't think purple eyes were possible. He looked like he was around her age and was fairly attractive to her, which only worsened her mental thoughts. She must've she looked pretty weird in her ruffled yellow sun dress and with small droplets of dried blood running down her legs from having slipped on the top of the barbed wire upon sneaking in.

"Well I guess I can't blame you for coming in then," he said with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I guess you can't. And now that I know I should be going," Shelly grabbed her iPod that had fallen onto the ground and started making her way from the man before her arm was caught his hand.

"I never said that you weren't allowed to come in."

"But the sign on the gate said it –"Shelly cursed at her mistake, "I mean… I'm sorry, I just like coming here and I swear I'm not eating a lot of the grapes, it's just a few when I get hungry and they're really good. And I promise I won't come back and eat anymore, I would offer you money to pay you back but I'm afraid I don't have any so…"

Shelly could tell her face was probably glowing by now, she had never really gotten into a lot of trouble growing up and when she did she always got really nervous and would start stuttering.

"You can work off your debt by working here," he suggested, she noticed he was trying to hide his smirk.

"No, I can't, I don't even know you!"

"I'm Dionysus, and you are?"

"My name's Shelly. Dionysus? That's really your name?" Shelly knew all about mythology having studied it in 6th grade and finding the stories of the Greek gods fascinating. It was an odd name for modern times though.

"Just like the Greek god, do you find it strange?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah – I mean no! It's just unusual nowadays. But I like the god Dionysus, wine is pretty important and one of the few things that has stayed almost the same for thousands of years. I think it'd be an honor to be named after him." Shelly noticed that his gaze brightened.

"Well then since we now know each other better and you still owe me for all those grapes you ate I assume you will agree to work for me?"

Shelly was hesitant. Although she needed a job and she wouldn't mind being around the vineyard or Dionysus, she had a feeling that somehow her decision would be very important.

"I'll do it," Shelly decided. It was better than wallowing in pity because of her recent failures in life, and it would give her some news to tell her family that she wasn't completely incompetent.

Dionysus seemed satisfied, "Great, see you at 5 AM tomorrow. And come in the front, there's no need to jump the fence anymore." With one last smirk he walked away towards a house in the distance.

Shelly began working every day before the break of dawn in Dionysus's fields. She discovered that he single handedly cultivated all the grapes in his fields. It was hard labor, having to cut down each grape in the hot sun, but it kept her busy. Plus, she was quickly becoming enamored with Dionysus. He was quirky in his own way – he taught her the game of pinochle and during their breaks they'd sit around a small round table in his kitchen sipping wine and chatting during a game.

It was during a game of pinochle after weeks of awkward tension that she spontaneously kissed him. Surprising herself and him, but no one was complaining when it escalated into something more.

Their love affair lasted for months. Each day Shelly would arrive early in the morning and they'd work in the fields – occasionally gazing at each other or "accidentally" touching. By the afternoon when they were both tired Shelly would make lunch and they'd either sit on the porch gazing at the fields as they talked about whatever or starting a heated game of pinochle. But every night they found their way into each other's arms until Shelly had to leave for her apartment as to not raise suspicion from her brother.

Although Shelly had fallen in love with Dionysus and was already imagining a life with him she still didn't feel comfortable telling anyone about him. Her family was still trying to get her to get back together with Mark.

When Shelly found out she was a month pregnant she didn't hesitate to tell Dionysus. Because telling him would mean finally settling down and them raising a family together.

"I can't," Dionysus said to her heartbroken face.

Shelly felt tears running down her face as her body felt numb. Him rejecting her was not what she imagined. "Why not?" She asked him shakily.

Dionysus shook his head and frowned angrily, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have let this escalate like it did. You see I'm really Dionysus."

Shelly didn't know what he was trying to say, "Of course you're Dionysus, and I love you! That's why I want us to be a family."

Dionysus shook his head even more angrily, "Listen, I'm really the Greek god Dionysus. I'm thousands of years old. I'm the inventor of wine, god of parties, madness and all that other fun stuff…"

Shelly gazed at him through blurry eyes frowning. He wasn't supposed to be joking about stuff when she was pouring her heart out to him.

"Look I'll prove it," Dionysus raised his hand and with a snap of his fingers a glass of wine appeared in his hand. Shelly stared dumbstruck at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I couldn't. There are strict rules that I have to follow, and one of them is that I can't stay with a mortal too long or interfere too much with my child's life."

Shelly wasn't sure what to say – the sudden revelation that Greek gods actually exist is not something that one just glances over.

The rest of the night was spent with Shelly listening to Dionysus explain about Camp Half-blood and advice on how to raise a demigod child. After that he told her to not look for him again because he would be leaving. And he kept to his word, the next day she ran up to the house and furiously banged on the door only to be greeted by a woman that seemed confused when asked if a man lived there. After that Shelly moved back home to Michigan, where she calmly explained to her family the predicament she'd gotten herself into.

Shelly was surprised when she gave birth to twins. She named them Pollux and Castor because she thought it was a cute name for twin boys – she slightly regretted her decision when her friend pointed out that Castor died at the end of the story but reminded herself that it happened thousands of years ago.

Her family immediately accepted Pollux and Castor into their family and everyone helped with buying diapers, food and clothing. The brothers that guided her during her childhood became the fathers Castor and Pollux would maybe never know. Over time Shelly once again fell in love with Mark. They married when her boys were 9-years old. She gave birth to a girl whom she named Diane.

When news came that her son Castor had died she remembered falling into depression. When Dionysus visited to comfort her she cursed the day she'd ever met him and blamed him for Castor's death. And when Dionysus gave up and left, Shelly felt even bitterer at the fact that she still loved him.

AN:/ Anyone can request a pairing (but I want to either post Ares/Clarisse's mom or next)

These are also kind of depressing, though this one only really because Castor died in the end… Next one will hopefully be more erm – not as sad?