#demigod reader

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'As long as I live, you will be loved.'

☆▪︎♡° Oya goddess of wind and change has a daughter with Bruce Wayne. Not to mention most of camp halfblood falls for the young demigod? °♡▪︎☆

Dc x pjo crossover

Notes; not proofread and some characters might be a bit oc and reader is black or in this case mixed. So poc.

Warnings: mentions of stillborn child, miscarriages. Mentions of death and sickness.

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Oya Goddess of wind, storm, and change had never asked for anything.

Not even a silver piece of praise from the mortals or the gods and yet she was always praised.

Praised for her strength and independence. For her humility and kindness even when it wasn't necessary.

She didn't blink twice at other gods. Zues even admired her from afar.

Other gods watched in jealousy as her attention was focused on the mortals that she called her tribe.

She'd give them rain when the season was dry and give them prosperous vegetables when their soul was bare.

In return the mortals worshipped at her feet. No one daring to curse her name. Not out of fear but out of respect.

Because of her strength and wisdom her people and the gods had never thought she'd ever fall inlove. Much less have children.

Yet, they were sorely mistaken. The goddess of wind wanted nothing more then to have a child of her own.

To love and care for as she saw the mothers in her tribe do.

So she 'pretended' that she fell for the God of love's trick.

She'd bare the child of Eros happily as long as it was hers.

And all was well, her people threw gifts at her feet, happy that their goddess had something that made her feel complete.

That was until the child was born. Stillborn, not a breath in its chest.

And though the goddess was tired from birthing even in her weak state she knew that a baby was supposed to cry when born.

Her tribe barely survived the storms of that year. Heavy on heart she didn't dare try for another, for years.

A decade later she had another with another God.

Deciding that Eros was at fault that her first child hadn't survived. It was easier to blame him when he wasn't even their to bury their stillborn child.

Her second child was with Ares the strong God more faithful to her then the first. He worshiped her throughout her pregnancy.

But when the second child had died before she even birth it she pushed Ares away.

Never wanting to see him agian. And so he left. Deciding that if that's what she wanted he'd give her that.

Years became decades until decades faded into centuries. Yet, each child she birth had never survived.

The goddess mourned each one. Never forgot their names or the lives they were supposed to live.

She buried them near her home. And visited them daily.

Then one night she slept with a mortal. A supposedly good one.

Not something she was proud of but it helped pass the pain.

And Bruce didn't complain as the goddess found herself in his bed almost every night.

Though unplanned the goddess found herself carrying the mortals child she didn't tell the others gods like before.

She kept this one a secret. Not in fear of judgment, but just so she could mourn this one in silence.

She didn't want or need comfort when the unstoppable happened once agian.

She'd sing to the babe night after night. Trying to comfort it from the dreadful death that was bound to come for it.

She'd told it about its brothers and sisters waiting for it in the sky.

Her hands gentle caressing her bumb as she felt the baby move.

She vowed you'd be her last child. Knowing she couldn't bear to lose another after you.

"You'll be my gift to your siblings.." she promised decideding that if she couldn't give her children any of things she had. She would give them you.

Though bitter sweet she still felt possessive. Not wanting to let you go, though she knew it would happen.

Months passed and you grew in her stomach ,strong. But so did some of the others. She didn't dare hope.

But she did pray.

Then you were born, and she heard your beautiful cries like angels singing in her ears and she almost didn't believe it as she held you in her arms.

"So beautiful..." she whispered as she held you.

"Nothing will ever harm you....." she promised at night as she laid with you on her chest.

And once agian she was back to her joyful days. With the wind in her hair and you in her arms nothing could ever bring her down.

Her tribe worshiped her and loved you. For with you born the plants grew faster and in numbers. The weather was good and it had stopped flooding.

You were dressed in the finest cloth and your hair always with flowers.

Your skin was a bit lighter then your mother's due to who your father was so your mother gave you jewelry that complimented your skin.

You grew with the children in the village your small feet wanting to go anywhere they went.

Your mother smiled a sad thought that you would've done the same with your older siblings had they been alive.

You thrived in your tribe and loved your mother as she loved you. Not a day went by without your mother taking you to your siblings grave.

And when you understood what she was saying you babbled to them complete nonsense as if they were alive.

Your mother smiled as you remembered their names and your small hands touched their stones as if you were touching them.

"I see that she was never a gift I was to send you my children....but a gift you all sent me." Your mother whispered as she laid you down in bed one night.

Forever grateful you were hers.

You grew like a flower so fast atleast in your mother's eyes.....

Then you grew sick.

Far to fast and harsh to be a silly cold. You were three not understanding how to tell your mother you didn't feel so well.

She had the best doctors and nurses from everywhere try and figure out why you were hopelessly sick.

Word spread like fire in a forest that the Oya had a child.

Most gods filled with envy that she had a child with someone who wasn't them. Until they heard that the child was sick.

All ears perked up and all wings, boats ,and feet dashed to get to her. In hopes of helping her child and winning her favor.

But it was as clear as day why the child was sick when the gods saw the small child.

"I'm killing her?" Your mother whispers not wanting to disturb your sleep.

'Yes....' Zeus clarifies.

'She's not a pure blooded God. She's a demigod..... your not allowed to be in her life.' Athena whispers hands gently on your mother shoulders trying to ease her pain.

'No, this can't be...I just got her....'

'You have to let her go....or she'll die.' Eros the last person in the world your mother wanted to see right now says.

And though she'd rather beat him to a pulp them agree with him, she knew he was right.

So with tearful eyes and a heavy heart she sent her most trustful nymphs to check on your father.

Bruce Wayne.

She had cut off all ties with that man as soon as she knew she was pregnant with you. Deciding that he didn't need to bear the hurt of a dead child.

When the nymphs arrived they told your mother that he wasn't in good shape. A child of his own had just passed. Jason.

She remembers that boy vividly. She knew that she needed someone strong to raise you and a mourning father wouldn't do.

So she sent her nymphs out agian. And they found someone more.....suitable.

'She's an Amazon your majesty....she'll do until the child is old enough to go to camp.'

Your mother nodded having fought along side the Amazon women before and trusting them deeply despite her lack of knowledge of this specific woman.

'And she agreed?' Your mother ask. Watching you as you played in the flower filed. Though you were sick you still wanted to run and play so your mother let you...

Because she knew soon you wouldn't be here.

'Yes.' The nymphs reply.

'She leaves tomorrow....let me have this day with her....'

She spent the whole day with you. Holding you mesmerizing your touch. Your eyes the color and feel of your skin.

She'd miss you forever. Is all she thought about. She'd watch you from afar yes. But it'd never be that same.

'I give you this gift. It's my favorite thing in the world, other then you.' She mutters as she puts a necklace over your head.

You smile happily playing with necklace as your mother continues to hold you.

It's a gold necklace with a pendent of your mother symbol.

'And when the time is right....we will meet agian.' She whisper tears falling down her face as your little hands make haste to wipe them.

Though your mother rather not have them here alot of gods had shown up to send you on your way with gifts.

Though after everyone was down there was three who shocked everyone. Since they hardly ever gave their own children gifts, much less someone else's.

Ares steps up taking you from your mother's arms.

'To you, little one, I give the gift of strength. Let your strength be as strong as your heart. And let all your battles end with your victory.'

Your small eyes shinned with a dark blue light before it quickly disappeared.

The war God begrudgingly handed you over to Aphrodite silently wishing you were his to keep.

Aphrodite smiles as she holds you. Skin a lighter shade of your mother and almost mirroring your mother's reflection.

'To you, my dear I give the gift of beauty. May men and women gravel at your feet for your wit and beauty.'

The goddess smiles as your eyes turn a bright pink before it disappears agian.

The last one is Eros and your mother gives him a stern glare daring him to mess this up.

'You already have the beauty and the strength ,my love. So to you, I give the gift of love. May you never be without love. That all who meet you be smitten by your compassion and heart.'

Your eyes glow a deep red before the go back to normal.

Eros smiles as he hands you back to your mother. To say you will be loved would be an understatement he thinks to himself .

Your mother sighs a heavy and saddened breathe before kissing your head and giving you over to her trustful nymphs.

*************

'Oya has entrusted you with her dearest trusure. Do not mess this up.' Your mother's nymphs warn handing Diana you.

You reach out for your mother's nymphs wanting them to take you back to your mother like they always have.

They give you a sad smile and wave before they disappear. You whine and reach out but their already gone.

'It's just you and me now.....' Diana whispers tucking your curly hair behind your ear.

Almost like you understand exactly what she meant you begin crying. Tears of fear and sadness fill your eyes and Diana's apartment echos with your sobs.

Your mother watches from a mirror that Zues had given her to see exactly where you are 24/7.

Your mother's tribes expected rain for the next few months or years. But none came..

Just big Grey clouds.

Like she didn't want the sun to shine if not with you. And it didn't.

In Gotham the rain flooded the streets matching your tears almost completely.

And Diana wondered if you had something to do with it. When you slept the rain stopped and when you cried so did the clouds.

She figured you'd have powers she just didn't know to what extent.

She did know one thing though. She promised to care for you like a mother would. And that's what she would do.

Time passed and though your mother's heart ached as she watch you forget her, your home and your siblings. She was happy you had stopped crying.

Even if her sorrow didn't.

And Diana loved you like a mother. Almost not wanting you to go to school for the first time.

You made friends quickly finding peace easy.

You grew in beauty, strength and love where ever you went as promised.

The years went and your mother never stopped watching you.

You grew up thinking your mother was Diana. And your mother didn't despise Diana for never telling you the truth.

She knew Diana cared for you as well and if thinking that Diana was your mother is what was best for you then she'd happily sit in sorrow for eternity waiting to face you once more.

Your powers grew to be unstable. Wind bending at your will and storms conveying to your emotions. You were quick to learn how to defend with a sword like breathing.

Diana taught you what she could. She taught you all that she'd known. But eventually you had become better then her.

She admired your strength and it wasn't long until she made you her sidekick.

But fate had interviened and whether your mother planned it or not you were bound to meet your father.

You were ten when you first saw him. You didn't think much of him just surprised you'd actually get to meet batman.

But Bruce the ever knowing genius he was knew there was something diffrent about you.

He didn't comment on it. Scared he was wrong. Like his head was playing tricks on him.

He kept you close when he could. Asking you questions even asking Diana questions. But she'd never tell him the truth.

You on the other hand told him what you thought was the truth.

That you got your powers from Diana since you were part Amazon like her. Atleast that's what you thought.

You met Tim back then and kinda of clicked. It was a sweet bond you to shared. Nothing romantic, just natural.

As your powers grew monster began coming. You didn't notice it at first. Far to busy with school and friends and being a hero.

But Diana did.

She kept it hidden from you. Killing monsters out of sight.

And when you asked about that demon monster she'd been caught fighting in the news? She'd say it was just another villian.

Eventually the monsters got to powerful. To many in numbers and Diana knew it was time to take you to the camp.

It was your last day on patrol before you and Diana went on your 'family trip'.

You and Tim had sat on a rooftop talking about anything and everything when batman showed up.

His all black suit doing nothing to hide him from your senses.

'Hey batman.' You say waving as he makes himself know.

And Bruce doesn't know why he's never noticed but as he steps closer in the dim moonlight something shimmers on your neck.

A necklace.

Bruce would remember that necklace no matter how long its been.

It was your mother's....

Your head tilts confused to why he's staring at you but he makes not comment about it.

'Everything okay?' You joke smiling.

'Everything's fine....' Bruce mutters back his eyes snapping to meet yours...

Well if what he was thinking was true he did have some of your blood at the batcave from where you had gotten hurt to check your DNA.

'Tim we need to go home.'

'But she's leaving for the summer! Can't I stay for a little longer?!' Tim whines dramatically.

'No, this is.....serious.'

Tim's sighs before waving goodbye reminding you to text him.

You wave a big smile on your face as you make your way back home. Excited for your vacation.

Only to see Diana absolutely freaking out.

Her usually perfect hair is a mess and her hands quickly throw your clothes in a suitcases.

'Mom, what's wrong?' You ask.

She completely ignores you as she grabs your hand pulling you out the apartment locking the door.

She rushes you to her car throwing your suitcase in the trunk.

She quick to get as far away from the apartment as possible.

'Your hurt.....' You comment seeing a fresh scar on her cheek.

'I'm fine.' She replies.

You hum seeing her tense face.

'Mom....what's going on?' You ask not being able to stop yourself.

'We... we just had to get out of there.'

'Why not fly?'

'They can track us better in the air.' Diana says not thinking twice before mentally cursing herself for it.

'What can track us? Mom, what's tracking us?' You ask.

Diana was never one to run from a fight so you were definitely scared of whatever was tracking you guys.

'Baby, there's alot that you don't know... In your suitcase there's a note a letter from me. I wan't you to read it once we get there.'

You look at her confused not understanding why she couldn't just tell you now.

She doesn't turn to face you but you can see the tears that cloud her vision as she drives.

You think it's from fear, but it's not.

It's from sorrow. Sorrow of leaving you.

You don't speak for hours. The silence heavy on your worried heart as you stop at forest when Diana tells you to get out.

'Why are we here ,mom?' You question taking your suitcase from her hand. Then you notice it.

She didn't pack anything for her.

'Your not coming....are you?' You ask. Your voice small and scared.

'Think of this like a summer camp ,baby.'

You want to shrink. To hide. Or more importantly.

To go back home.

You can feel it. Something isn't right. It feels like all eyes are in you. Like your on the center of a stage and you don't know the script.

This isn't right.

'I want to go home.'

'Not right now ,baby..' Diana sighs cupping your face and tears want to fall from her eyes so bad but she doesn't allow them.

'Follow that trail... you'll be safe.'

She points to a long dirt trail and you turn to look at it before looking back at her.

She doesn't have the heart to tell you your not hers. That you never were.

That's she has no right to keep you. That she has no idea what's in those woods.

But that look in your eyes makes her want to puke. That helpless look. That scared look that you had when your mother's nymphs gave you to her.

She gets in her car.

'I'm scared.' You say your hand bunched into fist and she's seed it.

She does.

You want the truth. You deserve the truth.

But the truth was never her's to tell ,and you were never her's to keep.

'Just truth me.'

She says and you do.

Blindly you do.

Because she's your mom. She knows what's best right?

You nod one hand nervously fiddling with your nails while the other clutches your suitcase tight.

She puts the car into drive and looks away from you knowing she can't look at you as she leave.

'I love you ,mom.' You say your chest uneasy.

'I love you too.' She says as her foot hits the gas.

Though she knows it'll hurt she still looks at her mirror to make sure your walking down the trail.

Just like that you lose your second mother.

You walk down the trail and if you weren't so scared and nervous you would've thought it was nice.

Until you hear a scream that sounds like death. You almost chase after it, your hero instincts wanting to help.

But something deep inside of you tells you that whatever that is doesn't need help.

It's night by the time you see the camp.

The sky illuminated by the moon its a beautiful camp. Something that looks straight out of a movie.

Cabins all around but everyone seems to be asleep.

You knock on the big canines that says 'Camp Councilor' but no one opens.

Shame, you'll just have to sleep outside for tonight.

But there's no way your going to sleep on the ground.

The last thing you want to do is fight a bear in the middle of the night.

So you sleep in a tree hoping that all the dangerous animals are to tired to climb.

*****The week before at camp halfblood.*****

The clouds thundered and the sky was dark. As the Storm brewed all campers were inside.

No one seen when the new cabin appeared.

It was just there.

Like the wind brought it in.

'Who's symbol is that?' Percy asked his voice confused and slightly amused at the knew cabin.

'Oya, the goddess of the wind and storm ,or well change.' Annabeth replies.

All the campers gathered around the new cabin excited and some worried.

There's never been a new cabin before.

Smaller gods had there's kids stay with the Hermes kids not being 'good enough' for their own cabin.

So this God must've been special.

'Oya must be pretty powerful to get her kids a whole cabin.' Grover remarks as he watches some of the other campers try to look in the cabin or even open the door.

'Yeah, she is...but she's said to never been able to have kids.' Annabeth replies.

Percy however moves to try and open the door.

'It won't budge.' Percy whine jiggling the handle.

'That's right it won't.' Chrion says smiling as he takes in the big luxurious dark oak wood cabin.

'Why not?' Annabeth mutters.

'Oya had especially made this cabin for her daughter. Only she will decide who gets to enter.' Chrion replied shrugging.

'Not even you can get in?' Grover ask.

'Not even me.' Chiron clarifies.

'Wait this whole cabin is for one demigod?!' The other campers ask amazed. This was bigger then Percy's cabin.

Chiron nods smiling at the other campers jealousy.

'Well whoever she is I can't wait to see how strong she is.'

'Yeah, or how smart she is.'

'Guys can't we all be friends for once?'

****************Current day*******************

Diana walks back in her apartment the rooms feeling empty.

Your room feels empty.

'We need to talk.' Bruce voice makes her jump. How long had he been there?

He sits on her couch comfortably.

Not in his suit. Not batman. Just Bruce.

'Not now Bruce.' Diana replies motioning towards the door with her hand.

'Where is she?' Bruce ask his gaze looking over her. Noticing her tired expression. The cut on her cheek. Noticing the sadness.

'Who?' Diana ask playing along.

Bruce clears his throat fixing his tie and sitting forward.

'Let me refraze that.' His voice husky and cruel. Not Bruce.

Batman.

'Where is my daughter?'

Thanks for reading!!

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Who Ares, Aphrodite, and Eros felt like giving reader those gifts.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Pride Special

Wednesday Addams x Demigod! Reader

Pride Special 2025

            (Y/N) headed towards Jericho with a slight bounce in their step, way more than usual when they went into town. However, the town was having a Pride event, and some Nevermore students were braving the town’s judgmental nature to attend. (Y/N) and Enid were two of them, and, if she was convinced, Wednesday would eventually turn up. Enid was counting on the fact (Y/N) was going to be there with other queer people since it might make Wednesday jealous enough to attend. Honestly, Enid needed them to make a move on each other at this point. It was getting a little ridiculous.

            “What do you think their Pride will be like?” said (Y/N) as they walked.

            “Fun,” said Enid. “Probably less magical than ours. Literally.” The witches had created rainbow fireworks that had danced through the air, which had been impressive and a great addition to the atmosphere.

            “We’ll find out,” said (Y/N) as they entered Jericho.

            The square had a panner reading “Happy Pride,” and people were milling about at local business stalls, eating snacks, getting face paint, or watching a local band play. Some people even danced, and (Y/N) smiled. It was good to see people celebrating being themselves. Now was the test of just how much they were celebrating uniqueness and differences—the Nevermore Academy students were arriving. Some people in Jericho quieted as they entered, and (Y/N) made themself stand a bit taller. Hey, their scythe earrings were rainbow, and their black shirt had a grey rainbow stitched in—that was friendly, right?

            Fortunately, enough of the celebration continued that the Nevermore students could spread out a little without causing an issue with the townsfolk yet. Still, they would have thought a Pride event would have more inclusion. Freaks were a bit much for Jericho still, it appeared, especially after everything that had happened.

            That wasn’t going to stop (Y/N) from having a good time. They and Enid headed to look at the jewelry station, and they looked at some of the handmade earrings, necklaces, and bracelets.

            “I like this,” said (Y/N), holding up a black necklace with simple rainbow gems inlaid.

            “Nice,” said Enid. “Fits your look.” She picked out earrings that looked like mini disco balls, and they both paid. The seller was a bit uncomfortable with the Nevermore students, but (Y/N) and Enid, friendly as ever, put her a bit at ease, so there wasn’t an issue (yet).

            “What are you doing here?”

            (Y/N) recognized the familiar boys that had bothered them, Eugene, and Wednesday before. They really hated Nevermore and thought they were weird. They weren’t wrong, (Y/N) was weird and proud of it, but they weren’t evil.

            “Enjoying Pride,” said (Y/N).

            “What do you have to be proud of? You’re one of the Nevermore weirdos,” said one boy.

            “The weirdos are you for walking up to someone to harass them,” said Enid. They might not be homophobic, but they were still rude.

            “Yeah, well, this is for Jericho. Go and do your own rituals or whatever you do for being proud,” said another boy.

            “We can’t. It requires bigot blood. Are you volunteering?”

            The boys paled and backed away. Wednesday had arrived, and with her, the intense energy that offput many had filled the area.

            (Y/N) laughed as they left. “Nice touch with the blood.”

            “I could do a lot with their blood,” said Wednesday. She hadn’t really been lying.

            “I bet you could!” said (Y/N). “Experiments or spells? Or both?”

            Wednesday straightened at (Y/N)’s interest in her. It caused the familiar poison of affection to course through her. She believed she was becoming something of a masochist since, although she usually liked to be the torturer, she was enjoying the discomfort of feelings for (Y/N).

            “Ew,” said Enid. “Do we have to talk about blood?”

            “Fine, fine,” said (Y/N). “Then I want food!”

            “After talking about using someone’s blood? What are you, a vamp?” said Enid, shaking her head with a grin.

            “They are a reaper. Perhaps it would taste good. We should test it,” said Wednesday.

            “Sorry to disappoint, but I was curious, so I tried it with Yoko once,” said (Y/N). “Didn’t do anything for me.”

            “Pity,” said Wednesday. It would have been interesting.

            Enid wrinkled her nose at the discussion, but when she saw (Y/N) smiling at Wednesday and Wednesday own soft—by her standards—expression, Enid grinned. They were cute. So, she peeled away from them without them noticing, letting them continue speaking together, just the two of them.

            “Thanks for scaring those guys away, by the way,” said (Y/N).

            “Hardly difficult,” said Wednesday. She was capable of being much scarier. However, she wanted to let (Y/N) enjoy themself at the Pride event instead of being kicked out, so she had let it go at a threat.

            “Can’t believe they chose today to be so weird to us,” said (Y/N). “I know this is LGBTQ+ Pride, and I am queer, but they were insulting us being different. And this is Pride.”

            “They’re clueless boys,” said Wednesday. Idiots, through and through. Like most people.

            (Y/N) laughed, and Wednesday looked at their eyes crinkle in a smile. “Right,” they said. “Still, thanks for coming. I know this stuff doesn’t really matter to you. But you came at just the right time.”

            Wednesday did not say she came for them. Instead, she simply said, “I was bored. You’re interesting company.”

            (Y/N)’s chest warmed. “Well, I can say I’m proud to be interesting, then. Or weird. Or a freak. It all fits.” And they were proud of it.

            “Yes,” said Wednesday. She was proud of it, too.

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[unpublishediary]

Why didn’t you tell me?percy jackson x injured reader. (hurt/comfort) Part 2

part one ✵ part two

✵ synopsis: after a fight on the Argo II, reader tries to hide their injury but Percy is determined to find out what’s wrong… he figures it out, but hopes he wasn’t too late

✵ interest: percy jackson (HOO)

✵ warnings: mentions of blood, pain, loss of appetite, isolation, loss of consciousness, and leo.

MASTERLIST

Consciousness returned like a gentle tide, bringing with it the soft rhythm of nearby breathing. Your eyelids felt leaden, and when you finally managed to pry them open, the infirmary's muted light was a blessing to your sensitive eyes.

Percy was there, but not how you expected. He wasn't slumped in sleep or pacing with worry, he was just... staring. Sitting perfectly still in the chair beside your bed, his sea-green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

His jaw was set, hands clasped so tightly together his knuckles had gone white, and you couldn't read his expression. You'd never seen him like this before, caught between anger and something else, something raw and vulnerable that made your heart twist.

When you tried to shift position, a deep ache flared through your side. His eyes tracked the movement, and something in him finally broke.

"Six hours," he said, voice low and rough. "You were out for six hours."

You tried to speak, but your throat was too dry. Without breaking his stare, he reached for the water glass, helping you take small sips. The gentleness of his movements contrasted sharply with the storm brewing in his eyes.

"Percy—" you started.

"No." The glass clicked against the side table. "You don't get to—" He stood abruptly, running both hands through his hair. "Do you have any idea what—" He cut himself off, turning away, then whirling back. "You were bleeding out. Right in front of me. And you didn't say anything."

The last words came out as a shout, echoing off the infirmary walls. You flinched, and instantly saw regret flash across his face.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't want to—"

"To what? Trust me?" His voice cracked on the words. "To let me help you? Gods, when you collapsed, I thought—" He broke off again, dropping heavily back into the chair. All the anger seemed to drain out of him at once, leaving something much more fragile in its wake.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he said quietly, not meeting your eyes now. "And the worst part was knowing you didn't even think you could tell me. After everything we've..."

The silence stretched between you, heavy with things unsaid. When he finally looked up, the vulnerability in his expression took your breath away.

"I can't lose you," he admitted, barely above a whisper. "Not like that. Not ever." His hand found yours, tentative at first, then holding on like an anchor. "Next time you're hurt, you tell me. I don't care if it's a paper cut or a broken bone. Promise me."

You nodded, throat tight with emotion. "I promise."

Some of the tension finally eased from his shoulders. He didn't let go of your hand, his thumb tracing absent patterns against your skin. Neither of you spoke for a long moment, letting the quiet wash away the last echoes of anger and fear.

"Annabeth going to kill me for yelling in here," Percy finally said, a ghost of his usual smile returning.

"Probably," you agreed, feeling your own lips curve upward. "Worth it though?"

His expression softened as he looked at you, and that something deeper was back in his eyes. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Worth it."

As exhaustion started pulling you back under, you felt him shift closer, his free hand brushing hair from your forehead with impossible gentleness. The last thing you heard before sleep took you was his whispered, "I'll be right here. I promise."

The next two days in the infirmary blurred together, marked by the steady stream of visitors and Percy's constant presence. He'd only leave when someone else insisted, and even then he'd return looking like he'd barely slept, dropping back into his chair like it was the only place he wanted to be.

"You know," you said one afternoon, watching him fight to keep his eyes open, "your room probably has a more comfortable bed than that chair."

"I'm fine," he insisted, though he was practically slumped over the armrest. "Annie said you might be able to try walking today."

As if summoned, she appeared in the doorway. "Speaking of which." Annabeth crossed her arms, giving Percy a pointed look. "You're not going to be much help if you pass out from exhaustion."

"I don't pass out," Percy protested, but she was already shooing him toward the door.

"Go. Shower. Sleep. She'll still be here when you get back."

Percy hesitated at the doorway, giving you a look as you laughed at the exchange. "I promise not to do anything stupid while you're gone."

"Better not," he said softly, something warm in his eyes before he finally left.

Annabeth checked your bandages, nodding with satisfaction. "Walking should be much less painful now."

The first attempt at walking wasn't exactly graceful. Your legs felt like jelly after hours on hours in bed, and the stitches pulled uncomfortably. But Annabeth was patient, letting you lean on her as you made your way slowly across the room.

You'd barely made it halfway when familiar voices drifted in from outside.

"If you're going to hover, you might as well come in," she called out, amused.

Jason was the first through the door, followed by Leo, their faces lit up seeing you on your feet.

"Look who's vertical," Leo joked at the sight of you.

"Barely," you admitted, grateful for Annabeth’s support as your legs trembled. Jason immediately took that as his cue to support your other side.

"Baby steps," Leo said as you gave him a look, but Annabeth cut in,

“Let’s get you back to—”

"I've got her." Percy was suddenly there, like he'd materialized from thin air. His arm slipped around your waist, careful to avoid your injury as he took your weight from her. "I thought you were going to sleep," you murmured as he helped you back to bed.

"Tried. Couldn't." His voice was low enough that only you could hear. "Kept thinking..."

He didn't finish the thought, but his arm tightened slightly around you.

"Well, now that the gang's all here," Leo said once you were settled, pulling something from his bag, "movie night?"

"In the infirmary?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Come on," Percy sided with Leo. "She's been staring at these walls for days. And we'll keep it quiet." He looked toward the daughter of Athena.

Annabeth sighed the sigh of someone who knew not to fight it, "Fine.”

Once the others were gathered, everyone settled in around your bed. Including Leo perched at the foot with his laptop, Annabeth claiming the extra chair, and Percy back in his usual spot beside you. As the familiar opening credits rolled, you felt some of the lingering tension finally ease from your shoulders.

"Hey," Percy whispered, his hand weaving through you hair before finding hand in what had become a familiar gesture. "You good?"

You looked around at your friends, your family really, and squeezed his hand. "Yeah. I'm good."

His answering smile was soft, private, meant just for you. And as everyone argued about plot holes and character arcs, you realized that maybe getting hurt hadn't been the worst thing.

Sometimes it took falling apart to understand just how many people were there to help put you back together.

By the time the movie ended, you'd dozed off against Percy's shoulder, his thumb still tracing absent patterns against your skin. The last thing you registered was the quiet murmur of your friends' voices and the steady rhythm of Percy's breathing, anchoring you safely in the moment.

You were going to be okay. All of you were. And if hidden injuries caused this, maybe next time you’ll hide a paper cut.

part one ✵ part two

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[superbstarlightsheep]

Open starter: he’s drinking??

A normal day at camp halfblood smells like campfires but today it smells like strawberries? Coming from Dionysus cabin where Jaxon is busy practicing making wine

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[genz420]

Cabin 12 Headcannons 🍇 🎭

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Content: Cabin 12 headcanons

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

The cabin with the closest siblings in my opinion

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

So that leads to them being super close

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

A dead giveaway to who is their parent

They would all tend to be on the bigger side

Not that they are not strong, they are 

But they would not have the typical Greek god look

Their beauty would be intoxicating though

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

Best hair in camp tbh

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

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

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

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

Mr. D def makes the camp do plays

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

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

Big English teacher making students read Shakespeare vibes from him

Not Drama teacher vibes

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

Because Hermes is Lin-Manuel Miranda 

They are rolling with the LGBT+

Whether queer themselves or the biggest ally ever

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

They are the Camp therapists. Let's be real

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

They have the best relationship with their godly parent

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

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

Addiction gene goes hard

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

Especially have one drink that they love

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

Also, they have the best or worst palates ever

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

They are cat people, not dog

Would definitely be responsible for the export of Strawberries 

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

The most unserious counsellors in camp

Would definitely take a bribe not to report something 

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

Chiron might tho

Also, the worst people to play cards with

They def cheat and win 

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

Uno is banned in the cabin for sure

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

They can’t shit-talk their dad

He’s right there

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

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

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

They plan the best parties for the campers

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

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

[alexetbishop]

THE SUN AND THE MOON

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Demigod!Reader

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

Word count: 2.5K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theoneand-onlyharper]

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

[24kmar]

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

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

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

[luzxii-writez]

─ onyn ring x reader who's a demigod (male)

chars: onyn ring, chikn (mentioned), fwench fwy

cw's: onyn's a LIL BIT obsessive, but nothing too controversial I don't think

notes: not proof read and I'm tired af writing these so sorry if bad, also this is my first time writing for chikn nuggit so keep that in mind too

- oh my god. he is ENAMORED with you. Hes constantly asking you questions and taking notes on everything about you, he is frankly down bad obsessed.

- he researched you very similarly to how he did Chikn Nuggit, dedicated his life's work to beings exactly like you. But he didn't actually fall for you until later on. He saw things purely from the perspective of researching the paranormal, finding the deepest secrets of the universe. However he couldn't help but have feelings eventually come along with that.

- Onyn didn't even know he was gay, and BOY did he enter denial about it. " No, I'm just interested in his qualities as a demigod. Nothing beyond that. " He'd tell himself, but the realization of "oh my god I am in love with this man" hit him eventually.

- if Onyn Ring is a twist villain, he would consider getting you to assist in convincing chikn nuggit to restart the apocalypse. Though he might be too chicken to ask you outright, at least at first.

- Fwench Fwy is the first to realize Onyn pretty clearly had feelings for you, smugly yet playfully teasing him a bit for it. " You know, you seem REALLY invested in Y/N, dontcha think? " Onyn would deny it for as long as he could. " W- What? Well, of course I'm invested! He's a demigod, after all.. "

- He'd eventually confess to you, saying something along the lines of " I know you are a powerful demigod, and I am just a mere mortal.. B- But.. I couldn't help but come to the conclusion that my feelings for you are more than my investigations in the paranormal. O - Of course if you don't feel the same- t- that's understandable, But- But- that's how I feel. "

- He is actually surprised when you accept his confession, he isn't particularly insecure but was shocked that a demigod (that he very much looks up to) would love him the same way.

- Onyn gets a lot more confident around you once you've started dating him, absolutely still in love with you as a demigod- but also you as a indivisual now as well.

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Ω PJO MISC. DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: ⚕ ASCLEPIUS “GOD OF MEDICINE, HEALING, REJUVENATION, AND PHYSICIANS” 🩺 {WAVE 4.0}

A/N: Alright time for the final god for Wave 4.0 and the long awaited Asclepius! I forgot that Asclepius technically does have legacies of demigods and even has a direct demigod in the books, but I can only imagine how much easier it would be to have at Camp Halfblood. Hope you enjoy this cause I may went overboard with it and also hope you enjoy which canon demigod I chose for the mini-story!  MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD H/CS MASTERLIST LINK: [VOL. 1: TUMBLR] || [VOL. 2: TUMBLR] || [AO3]

When you get claimed, you catch the smell of antiseptic mixed with a melody of herbs. The smell of the sharp antiseptic pulls you into a memory of being in a hospital with a kind doctor who gives you lollipops, and the smell of rustic herbs pulls you in an apothecary that transports you into a multiculture of countries and their shared and unique use of homemade medicine. You hear murmuring and you look up to see a floating symbol of a snake intertwining up a stick. You knew that symbol, since it was practically seen on every hospital and ambulance, but you were confused on why you didn’t see two snakes.

You’re immediately steam-rolled by a boy named Lester who is oddly emotional, going on about meeting his grandchild and you’re super confused, until some kids introduce themselves as the children of Apollo, and the person hugging you is Apollo himself. You’re then taken to be educated that you’re the child of Ascelpius, the God of Medicine, who is also the son of Apollo; hence the introduction (Though you were told that he could go without being called Grandpa).

You got confused for a moment because you thought you were a child of Hermes (Apollo screeched-) because you thought the symbol of Hermes was the snakes intertwining on the staff. You were reassured that this happens a lot and you were gently reminded that Hermes’ symbol with the Caduceus was intertwined with two serpents with the wings on it, while Asclepius’ symbol was the Rod of Asclepius. You were told people get mistaken due to the US Army Medical corp usage of Caduceus in 1902 because a single officer insisted on it. Everyone thinks it was a child of Hermes who did that, and Apollo and Spike (the snake on Asclepius’ rod) has been salty over it ever since.

Although you have a cabin of your own, you’re practically living at the Apollo cabin. In fact, if it weren’t for the bedtime curfew, you would be sleeping at the Apollo cabin and the medical ward. Though the Asclepius cabin is nothing to sneeze at either. 

The Asclepius cabin is a rather rustic yet sleek looking cabin from the outside. When you open the door, you’re immediately hit with the combination of antiseptic and herbs, just like how you were claimed. All over the walls, there are shelves and cabinets filled with medicine and all kinds of herbs and ingredients to make your own concoctions. There are glass vials and jars filled with materials with neatly yet bold scrawled names, all clean and regularly dusted. There are tools lined up on benches with pots, vials, beakers. There are bunches of herbs drying on racks or hanging from the rafters, practically covering it and it seemed there wasn’t even a roof to begin with, just a canopy of herbs and plants. Off to one side, you can see a sunroom filled with plants and animals as well, and on the other side there is a crafting room filled that were lined with prosthetics, canes, wheelchairs, an eye station, etc. If it weren’t for the beds and the designated areas for living, anyone would think the Asclepius cabin was just a pharmacy, apothecary, and so forth.

People come to your cabin just as much as they go to the Apollo cabin. In fact, if possible, they would’ve placed your cabins side by side if it was possible or in walkable distance. You two are often going back and forth with prescriptions, inquiries, delivering medicine and so forth that its hard to tell from head to tails who is going to which, and whether it was a child of Apollo or Asclepius going back and forth. It's hard to tell but since the arrival of Asclepius children, the distribution of workload has evened since the children of Apollo don’t have to take care of anything medical that is under the sun. Moving forward, there is at least one child of Asclepius with every child of Apollo.

Unlike the children of Apollo, because the children of Asclepius are solely children of medicine, healing, and are basically mini physicians, you’re pretty much always making new concoctions or pursuing new possibilities in medicine. While in extreme cases, it's not unheard of being a medicine case nut and being completely obsessed with it. The only thing you’re not allowed to attempt to make is anything to do with a revival cure or immortality, much to the chagrin of many Asclepius demigods.

“Sola dosis facit venenum (The Dose makes the poison) or “All things are poison, and nothing is without poison; the dosage alone makes it so a thing is not a poison” by Paracelsus is hammered into every child of Asclepius as medicine can easily become poison, and poison can be medicine if given right. With that note, every child of Asclepius is just as knowledgeable in poison and toxicology just as much as medicine and healing.

If people think the demigods of Asclepius are unarmed and not a threat, then they are very wrong. They know more about the body than they do and what makes them healthy and how to destroy it. They are just as knowledgeable in poisoning as in medicine so that is their weapon. If ever pushed to take up arms, they wield their swords with surgical precision and their arrows will always hit your vitals. With their innate, growing observation of the body, they are able to tell your strengths and weaknesses, and how to use them against you as much as they use their knowledge to help their patients.

They are the definition of the meme “I’m a Healer, but…” *clocks gun* 

Out of the minor or miscellaneous gods and being their demigod, you’re going to be rather well known through camp. Chiron rather sees you as he instructed Asclepius and helped him pursue his infamous medical knowledge. The children of Athena find themselves to you because of their mother as you share your wisdom and knowledge with each other. Mr. D has grown to your presence, whether he liked it or not initially, as you keep appearing to inquire about mental illnesses and how it applies to the average demigod. He begrudgingly answered but his tone changed when you began to ask him about ‘madness’ and how would one reproduce it, alongside what type of alcohol would be beneficial. Sufficient to say, Chiron cut you off from certain acts of medicine even if you tried to argue that wine could be a medicine and poison, and you had to know! For Healing sake!

You’re a common sight among the children of Demeter as you help with the crops and growing medical herbs for usage. At the same time, you’re also often around the Satyrs and Nymphs as you explore the woods and come across nature’s treasures and bounties.

You’re also unusual to be seen around the children of Aphrodite or those interested in physical beauty as you give them diagnoses on their health and how to maintain their skin, weight, hair health, and etc. It’s also not unusual to see a child of Asclepius having a dedicated list of orders of homemade makeup, beauty and hygiene products as it can also fall under medicine and rejuvenation. 

At some point, the children of Asclepius are given strict time off because they can be seen literally all over camp tending and doing everything under the sun that could be considered medicine, healing, and rejuvenation. 

Jason adjusted his glasses, taking them on and off, blinking and looking around, marveling at the clarity. 

“And here’s the eyedrops; both regular and no-regular for you” you commented as you finished bottling the new mixture. “You should put eyedrops whenever you feel tired or at least once a day, and take your glasses off occasionally.” You scrawled on “Regular Mortal Eyedrops” with a black sharpie to make sure. “These eye drops,” you pointed to the specially made eye drops, “Are made so you can see for a brief period of time without your glasses if the situation calls for it. Don’t put them on too regularly or use them as a replacement for your glasses since it acts as a steroid for your eyes. They’re an aid but not a replacement.” 

“Thanks for making time for me” Jason thanked as he gave you a smile. “It’s kind of funny, Esclepius- I mean, Asclepius gave me these glasses, and now you’re helping me with my eyes.” 

You wrote down in your records and gave an amused smile. “Its no problem. If anything it’s nice to hear about my godly father from someone who has actually met him.”

“He was rather helpful” told Jason as he pocketed the eyedrops. “Even if the on the spot diagnosis seemed rather sudden.” 

You shrugged as you wrote a copy for Jason to take back. “We’re doctors, its what we do anyways. You’re a fighter Jason, you automatically scan your surroundings right?” 

“Yeah, being a leader for my cohort makes it necessary. Especially since we weren’t treated that well, so there was no end to mistreatment.” 

“There we go” you said before putting away the ingredients in their proper place, while at the same time, double checking your stock. 

“So how’s it been being a child of Asclepius? We have a Son of Esclepius back at Camp Jupiter as head healer and I always see him working” asked Jason, a bit concerned when he thought back to the line of people before him. 

“Well, it has been busy since I was claimed,” you did admit, “while I admit it’s been stressful, it’s also very rewarding.”

You thought back to when you were claimed. The confusion about the sign of your claim when you thought you were a child of Hermes, but then you were all told by Chiron that you’re a child of Asclepius, and their staff were similar looking-

Then being ambushed by a person named Lestor, to only be told later that that was Apollo as a human, and is your grandfather- 

Then you were told you were absolutely forbidden from doing certain medical practices. Lest for malpractice reasons but more in the line of “Your godly father did the forbidden and played god, and got smited by Zeus/Hades, so we’re going to avoid all that” 

It was a whirlwind with being delved into medical tasks as you and the Apollo cabin working together, learning from each other and making friends, and then came the line of people coming for consultation and meds- it was at first overwhelming but over time, it became a part of your routine and you were having fun. 

“Not to mention, I also get to research into all the medicine and poisons I like” you chuckled to yourself, your fingers tingling with excitement at all the possibilities in front of you. Not only did you have more resources, you also had other means to produce unusual effects with magic now in the mix! Jason gave you a look of bewilderment before smiling at your excited look. He then held out his hand to you, “Well, I’m glad you’re settling in nicely. I was only here in this camp for a short while but just wanna say ‘Welcome to Camp Halfblood’. I hope you enjoy yourself and I’ll be in your care!”

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A Good Day for Death Valentine's Day Special

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Valentine's Day Special

Mouse Note: So, so, so excited for Season 2. Happy Valentine's Day!

            (Y/N) set down their speaker and glanced in the mirror of the workout room they’d found. It was open and empty, allowing for various floor exercises. (Y/N) wore a simple outfit of black slacks and a dark grey sweater with bats sewn onto the sleeves. Smiling, (Y/N) turned to their phone and clicked on a classical playlist.

            The music played softly in the empty room, and (Y/N) straightened. Lifting one hand out and putting the other in front of themself, (Y/N) mimicked dancing with a partner.

            One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three.

            Across the makeshift dance floor, (Y/N) moved smoothly. Occasionally, they faltered, but they just paused, put their hands back up, took a deep breath, and continued. They had never had formal dancing lessons, but after watching so many cute couples dancing in videos, (Y/N) was determined to learn.

            (Step 1—Learn to dance. Step 2—Get a partner. Romantic partner. Maybe that should be Step 1…Ah, well, (Y/N) had a crush on someone. So it seemed that was going to be Step 2.)

            “What are you doing?”

            (Y/N) paused and smiled. “Hi, Wednesday.”

            “Are you trying to dance?” said Wednesday, standing in the doorway of the practice room.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). “Enid was excited about going out with Ajax, and they were going to a dancing class to celebrate Valentine’s Day, and so I thought, hey, why not try by myself? I like dancing.” They laughed. “It’s a little awkward without a partner, especially on Valentine’s Day.” They shrugged. “I’m making it work. How did I look?”

            “Messy,” said Wednesday, approaching. “You look at your feet, are counting too much, and don’t move with the music. That is the true lead in a dance.”

            “You and your family are good at dancing, aren’t they?” asked (Y/N). They weren’t offended by Wednesday. She was a frank person, and (Y/N) knew they weren’t good yet.

            “All Addams family members enjoy dancing,” said Wednesday.

            “Any advice for me?” said (Y/N).

            “Better music.” Wednesday opened (Y/N)’s phone—they weren’t surprised that she knew their password—and changed the music to more dramatic, energetic classical music. “Better posture.” She lifted (Y/N)’s hands properly and straightened their back.

            (Y/N) let her guide them, and their heart fluttered at being so close to their crush. On her side, Wednesday kept her gaze on (Y/N)’s arms as she adjusted them. If she glanced up at their smiling face, the strange feelings she had to deal with—her obvious crush on (Y/N)—would come to the surface.

            “Try again,” instructed Wednesday.

            “Alright,” said (Y/N), cheerful as ever. Slowly, they took a few steps, again counting in their head.

            “No.” Wednesday abruptly took their arms and stepped up to them, positioning herself as their partner. Dance partner. Romantic partner would be nice. Ignore that. “Like this.”

            Wednesday took the lead, pulling (Y/N) across the dance floor. “Keep your eyes up.”

            (Y/N) lifted their gaze from their own feet to meet Wednesday’s. Their heart thumped in their chest, and (Y/N) smiled. Wednesday kept her face carefully expressionless, and she was thankful for her pale nature as she didn’t blush.

            “Better,” she said to keep (Y/N) from gazing so intently at her.

            “It’s just my partner,” joked (Y/N), and Wednesday liked how the word sounded from them.

            “My partner must be just as good,” said Wednesday. Abruptly, she changed their direction and used more complex footwork.

            (Y/N) fumbled but, eager to learn and energetic, (Y/N) caught up with her. They weren’t perfect, but they moved well with Wednesday with effort and joy. “Then I better be good to dance with you. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you if we dance again.” And (Y/N) really wanted to dance with Wednesday again.

            “You hardly could,” said Wednesday, allowing the compliment to slip from her. “You are more capable and tolerably than most our acquaintances.”

            “Our friends have lots of energy,” said (Y/N), laughing. Trying something new, they spun Wednesday.

            She spun, and she nodded. “That was a good choice.”

            “My mom describes dancing as a give-and-take,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “My parents show their sickeningly sweet affection when tangoing,” said Wednesday.

            “I don’t think I’m good enough for a tango yet,” said (Y/N). “Especially not a ‘deadly’ tango as you describe it.” They paused and coughed nervously. “I mean, if you would want to dance with me, you don’t have to—”

            “I’d rather dance with you than anyone else,” said Wednesday, speaking the truth plainly. It was vulnerable, yes, but she believed in the truth with (Y/N). They had always been truthful and open with her. She would return the sentiment. They had proven their worth as a friend and prospective partner long ago.

            “Really?” (Y/N) couldn’t help the soft smile on their face, heart warmed by the words. Wednesday admitting that she’d choose them? Wow. (Y/N) was too much of a queer disaster to deal with that.

            “Obviously,” said Wednesday.

            “Well.” (Y/N) moved closer to Wednesday as they danced, playful as ever. “I like dancing with you more than anyone else.” They really did.

            “Good.” Wednesday held (Y/N) just that much more possessively. “Then you’re only dancing with me.” She wasn’t letting (Y/N) slip through her fingers. Not when the moments like these—quiet moments, nice moments, lovely moments—that she had always scoffed at were so pleasant with (Y/N). She wasn’t going to lose them.

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Open starter

!!TW: for mentions of SA and other possibily disturbing topics!!

Jaxon was pacing his cabin holding something, he looked like he might’ve been crying and was muttering something over and over “no no I thought it was farther away no I can’t do this today”

He says sitting down on his bunk dropping the peice of fabric when he notices you, watching you with tear stained eyes

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sweet perfume.

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luke castellan x apollo! reader

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

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

word count: 880

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

Sweet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until, one week, he didn’t come.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sunny? Are ya’ still here?”

You felt your heart stop.

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

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

[glowsticks-soda-and-magic]

Cass we’re getting high wanna come?

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

[genz420]

Cabin 9 Headcannons 🔨 🔥

Masterlist | Rules

Content: Cabin Headcannons

Warning: None

They are that one kid who makes the best paper airplane in class

Always playing or fidgeting with something

Even with the ADHD/ADD it's on a whole other level 

In the mortal world, they are the kids who can make anything out of paper

Like origami type shit

Not all Hephaestus demigods are good with mechanics 

Some are the best artists and sculptures you will meet

Some make jewelry 

Most are major pyromaniacs

Starts with playing with the candle wax, and next it’s getting shit on fire

Would naturally smell like smoke and the hint of oil/rust 

Not afraid to get their hands dirty 

Def the type of kid to eat sand or dirt

Just get that vibe 

Ikea is their safe place

Don’t even the manual when putting stuff together 

They just know

Would be tradies or artists if they make it past their teen years

Or maybe even nature photographers

They prefer the heat to the cold 

Mostly because they can better handle the heat 

Thick skin 

Figuratively  

Please don’t be mean to them

I get big brunette or black hair vibes from them

Don’t know why, but I just feel like that is a common factor between all of them

During their time at camp, they get big

Mostly because they are made to work in forge 

Big muscles 

Everyone, no matter what

Would get along well with the Athena and Poseidon cabins the best

They learn best with hands-on type learning 

I could say that they don’t get along with the Aphrodite cabin 

But I don’t think it is so cut and dry

We know they can

Take a look at Charles and Silena 

And I think there are more friendships then relationships 

But when they fight

Take cover

A lot of insults directed at appearances 

On both sides

But they don’t always allow for their parent's relationship to dictate theirs

But the Ares cabin is another story

They're civil for fear of having dessert taken away 

They are expected to provide weapons for the camp 

Which sucks 

Lots of trips to the infirmary because not everyone is immune to fire, like Leo

Makes the best booby (Haha) traps for capture the flag 

Like watch out if you are on the opposite team

I feel like they would be really into Minecraft 

Like let's just say they can have tech at camp

They would have one big world

Where they all play on

And build

I think most of the time, the cabin is a chill place 

They are chill

Not a lot of drama within the cabin