Author's Note: Hi! My name is HaikuEverlasting and this is my first ever fanfic! I feel like Dionysus just stayed up all night waiting for Percy to try and leave camp in The Titan's Curse.

This is set during The Titans Curse.

Disclaimer: If I'm not awesome, I'm not Rick Riordan, so the characters don't belong to me.

Dionysus was getting seriously triggered.

Some manticore thought that he could kidnap one of his precious campers and get away with it?

Ha ha, no.

Despite what he let the campers think, Dionysus actually cared for them. A lot.

That was why Dionysus was somewhat relieved when Peter Johnson finally showed up on his tiny horse to go save his blond friend.

Somewhat.

Okay, okay, fine, he was very relieved.

Happy?

Well, at least he didn't sit around that whole night and the nights before that, just waiting for Peter to show up.

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N-No! That wasn't a lie! Why would you have thought that?

... Okay so maybe that was a little lie.

Ugh, that was a total lie.

Gods, mortals are so demanding.

Okay, so Dionysus had some serious problems. He would admit that himself.

Because Dionysus felt that the campers, to an extent, were his children.

They were all part of a big, happy family.

He loved all the demigods, even Percy Jackson.

Not that he would ever admit that to them, though.

A/N:

I am a haiku

And for now this is farewell

Hope you enjoyed this