Okay, this is a question for Percy Jackson fans, but Hera has no demi-god child, as far as I am aware and I doubt she would cheat on Zeus.
But in theory if for example a mortal woman (example) for whatever reason wished for a child, trapped in a loveless and Hera for whatever reason gifted her a child (no cheating required because god magic, whatevs) would that kid be a demi-god?
Its probably stupid and might be explained later on, but thats just what I was thinking while reading
okay to this i have a second question, mainly because now I am intrested. This really depends on the Hera version, because greek mythology ≠ pjo Hera I would say. (Epic the musical for example also has a different reading)
Would she claim that kid?
Yes, she would since she is the godess of family etc
Not Pjo hera, but another hera would
No, she would not because she'd try to hide the kid/erase it
Okay, this is a question for Percy Jackson fans, but Hera has no demi-god child, as far as I am aware and I doubt she would cheat on Zeus.
But in theory if for example a mortal woman (example) for whatever reason wished for a child, trapped in a loveless and Hera for whatever reason gifted her a child (no cheating required because god magic, whatevs) would that kid be a demi-god?
Its probably stupid and might be explained later on, but thats just what I was thinking while reading
Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck
Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7
[You and your family weren't close. They didn't have any space for a little civilian. Not a genius, not good at martial arts. You are the average person and perhaps that was the tragedy behind it all. The stable one, the one they could dump their emotional load on. You left because you were done suffocating in their bond. And after years of radio silence, you assumed the distance was mutual. But was it?]
[Note: reader is implied fem! But I'll try my best to keep it neutral. Second, Reader's mother is dead, third reader knows multiple languages.. fourth, non-canon batfamily depictions, fifth implied Bruce's biological child reader, but doesn't have to be. This is a calm chapter.. not really but you know?]
Der letzte Song - Kummer
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(Divider created by @asterfey)
“Just so that I get it right, Thea is half.. kryptonian?”
You're sitting on the couch, looking at Elena that entered the door. Thea had walked out the car and straight up fallen asleep again as her head hit the bottom bunk bed.
“No.. more like one fourth?” Elena runs a hand through her hair. “I stopped asking questions and since Thea needs to be kept in the dark about being kryptonian..” She shrugs.
You lean back against the couch as Elena sits down next to you. “And you've been what? Feeding her red kryptonite?”
Elena nods, running a hand through her curly black hair. “Sometimes.” With a heavy sigh she leans forward, hands resting on her knees.
“Does it hurt her?” You ask. “The kryptonite?”
Elena looks to the floor, the silence settles between the two of you. “I don't know.” She whispers. “And.. as long as she doesn't want to find out, we never will.”
You nod and for a moment the two of you just exist in peace. Elena looks up at you.☆“So.. where you a vigilante-”
Aggressively you shake your head. “No. No. I'd rather jump off a cliff than spend my life as a vigilante.” Harsh words, but you preferred them like that. Sharp and straight to the point.
Elena raises a brow. “You're severely against the idea it seems.”
“I don't like getting hurt.”
“Valid.” She huffs, before laying back against the couch, closing her eyes.
“Soo.” You start, looking at Elena. “Anything else I need to know about you and Thea?” It sounded a lot more insecure then it should. You didn't like being excluded.
“Bold off you to assume we have more secrets to hide.” She scoffs, wrapping an arm around you. “From this day on you know more about Thea than she knows about herself.”
You chuckle, leaning your head against Elena’s shoulder. “That's.. awfully normal for us.”
“Yeah, it is.” She answers with a heavy sigh.
You look ahead, though your eyes move upwards once. “What about you?”
Elena absentmindedly starts running her hand over your head/through your hair. “What about me?”
You grin. “You know what I mean. How terrible is your past?”
Elena shifts slightly, shaking her head. “Thats a story for another day. My past isn't good for an evening like this.”
You yawn, shifting on the sofa. Now your weight is more on Elena and something about it feels awfully comforting.
She smells like roses and something faintly antiseptic. The only thing you could associate with the batfamily was gunpowder, blood and Gotham grime. No matter how much perfume they put in, the smell lingered.
You welcomed the difference.
Morning settles heavily. Not because of a villain attack, but because of a singular, unimportant post that gained traction online.
“[___] Wayne returns to Gotham?”
You freeze as you read the post, featuring the name [___] [Last Name] and a big picture of you. No one paid attention to you, least of all the media. But that was before you left Gotham and disappeared from the face of social media..
“That will be stressful.” Thea huffs, before gently taking your phone out of your hand. “I mean.. no one reads gossip like this.. right?”
You sigh. “Everyone reads gossip when it comes to my family.” You run your hand over you forehead. “I tried my best to fit it, but now everyone knows-”
“[___], breathe. Please.”
You didn't notice you were hyperventilating until Thea softly grabbed your arm. “You'll be fine.”
Her words were meant to comfort, but you couldn't help but scoff. “Fine? As long as no one knew I was a Wayne I could ignore my family in peace!”
“And you can still ignore them in peace.” Thea points out, but you just stare ahead.
“What if I can't?” You whisper after a moment of silence, letting your eyes drift over to Thea.
“Then we leave.”
“Leave?”
Thea nods, her bleached hair swaying with the motion. The haircolour she put over the blonde had almost completely faded. “Yes. Leave.”
She smiles. “I mean, our exchange is coming to an end anyway. We don't have to stay, remember?”
You take a deep breath, before nodding and breathing out. “Okay. We can leave.”
You place both your hands on the kitchen counter before chuckling. “Why are you the one that always finds me mid break down?” You asks sarcastically. Thea raises a brow.
“It only happened once.”
You shrug. That was a lie. It didn't happen just once. Or did it? Back then there was a lot of trouble. “I don't know. It leaves a lasting impression, so it could have been every time for me.”
Thea nods, before stepping closer. “You're not alone.” She has both her hands on your shoulders.
Just like back then. You can't suppress the memory. It worms its way up and makes your breathing hitch.
her hands trailing upwards as she cups your face. You hadn't noticed that you've been crying as she tilts your head downwards, giving you a kiss on the forehead. And innocent gesture. Comforting. Your heart started racing right after.
You blink, eyes flickering to the side in slight embarrassment. “I know.” The memory of that day flustered you all over again.
Thea nods, and let's go of your shoulders, probably taking your subtle shift in behavior as a need for space. Quite the opposite really.
You fight with yourself for a few seconds. You wanted a hug. But this was just a post. For the past few minutes you had been overreacting about something that might not even affect you in the long run.
Gotham loved gossip.
In a few days something new should come along. Someone more important. Someone that actually mattered in the long run.
Perhaps one of your siblings' achievements, or Bruce Waye and his newest scandal. Their vigilante personas lighting up the night sky that gave everyone hope but them.
But maybe that was the reason. You didn't want to be perceived the way the others are. You didn't want to be famous. You didn't want to be a vigilante. You didn't want to be a Wayne.
So you reach out and pull Thea into a hug. Her arms wrap around you as you settle in the crook of her neck and just stay there for a while.
Lex Luthor looks over the files one of his .. henchmen.. handed over to him. Classified information no one was supposed to see.
He is a scientist and a businessman. No matter how classified, if he wanted to see something he would.
Over the past few weeks he had been collecting data on a woman. Theodora Jonnel. He had seen her once, when she knocked over Clark Kent.
How long ago was it when he found out that reporter was Superman? He grinned at the calender. He had marked the day with a single red dot.
He opens the file and is immediately flashed with almost familiar genetic information. Or.. no.
There were the stereotypical signs of a kryptonian. The immunity to sicknesses, possibility for super strength. But none could develop. Ever since the first sign of a heat vision showed up they had used red kryptonite to suppress any kryptonian power.
But this wasn't a half kryptonian.
¾ of the DNA is human. Only ¼ could be remotely considered kryptonian DNA and it had been fought against with red kryptonite.
Lex squeezes the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
How did Europe manage to hide entire three generations of Kryptonian blood? Did the alien that came to earth not want to pick up a mantle and save the world like superman?
He scoffed. Of course not everyone would be like that superman, using their superhero strength to save the world. But if you wouldn't save it, why not rule it?
He flips through the files, but there is nothing about the full kryptonian ancestor except for his name. “Jo-Nel.”
He scoffs, about to put the file away, as he notes something. Documented red kryptonite use. “The patient has shown growing immunity to the red kryptonite effects. Possible tests with green kryptonite next.”
So the human DNA helped adapting to red kryptonite. He lets his eyes follow the lines of words and the statistics. The mother didn't get any red kryptonite during her pregnancy.
Theodora wasn't the only grandchild of Jo-nel. She had two younger siblings and one cousin. The other cousin died due to their mother unknowingly taking the “kryptonian suppressants”
"Interesting." Lex Luther murmured under his breath.
He couldn't reach Theodora. He had already taken down the video where someone filmed her breathing in fear gas without a mask and no effects.
Ridiculous how easy it was to draw the attention of the people towards [___] Wayne. To most they were a mystery, unsolvable. Gotham's personal untouchable urban legend.
They thought over their informations like animals over fresh prey.
But Theadora's closeness to the Wayne kid would make it harder to approach her. His reputation wasn't the best anymore. And if he could trust the files she was under constant surveillance by someone reporting back to whoever was behind the whole project of hiding the Jonnel's.
He closes the file, placing it on the table in front of him, before grabbing the coffee cup and taking a long sip.
He needed to find a way to study them.
You're working. Smiling at the patients as you make subtle conversation to guarantee that they'll feel comfortable as you change dialysis preys and remove catheter.
But the colleagues have been staring at you weirdly. Elena was with another patient, something about the ventilator not functioning that means you couldn't ask if you are imagining the subtle change in behavior or if its actually happening.
You take a deep breath. Yesterday was a difficult day and you still had way too many patients. But you would manage. Like you always did.
In the break room, after five hours of nonstop working, you're approached by one of the nurses. “How come you don't use your Wayne name?” He asks.
Straight to the point huh?
“I prefer my mothers last name. [____] [Last Name] sounds more pleasant then [____] Wayne, doesn't it?”
One of the doctors peaks her head in. “If you want my unwanted opinion, I have to agree.” She smirks. Dr. April is an elderly woman that worked in Gotham hospital for longer than most vigilantes existed. You liked her.
Gerome, the male nurse, nods in agreement. “Yeah.” He agrees. “And if you want to be called Wayne we would have to tell the social worker's to change all the-”
You shake your head. “Please no. The last thing I want is to become ‘Wayne’ on any job paper.”
That makes Dr. April laughs.“I have never met anyone that willingly refuses the power of possible nepotism.” She pats your back. “But I understand. Sometimes we want to cut ties.”
You nod with a sigh, before perking up as Elena walks into the room. Her hair is tousled, and she looks like she needs at least two cups of coffee right this instant or she will drop on the floor.
But she wouldn't.
She wasn't that type of person.
“Привет.” She grumbles under her breath before retying her hair up into a bun that she could shove under the hair net.
“Hi.” The others greet back, Dr. April handing her a coffee. “Is the patient managed?” She asks and Elena nods, before she sits down next to you.
“Yeah.” She yawns and you chuckle. “Hey, only three more hours to go.”
She lets out an agonised groan, her eyes closing, before her phone buzzes. So does yours. Thea wrote something in the group chat. It was a picture, she was outside the house, holding a bag.
She wasn't supposed to return to work for a few days due to being exposed to the fear gas. Though no one, except you, Elena and the batfam knew she had done all that without a mask.
The picture makes you freeze. Next to her is red hood. “Look who I saw again.” His red helmet was glinting in the light and your heart drops through. Why was Jason anywhere near her?
....
...
..
.
Note: we are slowly approaching the intresting part of this story where reader and the batfamily start interacting again.. yay! So yeah, there will be more villains, one for Thea, one for reader, one for Elena!! And even a bit about Elena and Thea's past. (And the time after readers mental break down-)
Here, something for my Yuri lovers:
So.. what do you think about your roommates? How would you describe the relationship?
Elena: "They're the one thing keeping me afloat. Nothing can hurt me, not even my memories when I'm around them. Almost as if we're planets, dancing together around our own little sun. An orbit just for us.
How reader would describe them, based on how I imagine them: Home. I am not alone, even when I'm not talking. I don't have to try to be seen. I don't think.. I could do this without them.
Thea: I found both of them in the trash. They are like two raccoons that I randomly took in. 10/10 would take green crystal stuff daily just so that we meet again in every universe!
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7
[You and your family weren't close. They didn't have any space for a little civilian. Not a genius, not good at martial arts. You are the average person and perhaps that was the tragedy behind it all. The stable one, the one they could dump their emotional load on. You left because you were done suffocating in their bond. And after years of radio silence, you assumed the distance was mutual. But was it?]
[Note: reader is implied fem! But I'll try my best to keep it neutral. Second, Reader's mother is dead, third reader knows multiple languages.. fourth, non-canon batfamily depictions, fifth implied Bruce's biological child reader, but doesn't have to be. This is a calm chapter.. not really but you know?]
Der letzte Song - Kummer
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★ ◁ || ▷ ↺
(Divider created by @asterfey)
“Just so that I get it right, Thea is half.. kryptonian?”
You're sitting on the couch, looking at Elena that entered the door. Thea had walked out the car and straight up fallen asleep again as her head hit the bottom bunk bed.
“No.. more like one fourth?” Elena runs a hand through her hair. “I stopped asking questions and since Thea needs to be kept in the dark about being kryptonian..” She shrugs.
You lean back against the couch as Elena sits down next to you. “And you've been what? Feeding her red kryptonite?”
Elena nods, running a hand through her curly black hair. “Sometimes.” With a heavy sigh she leans forward, hands resting on her knees.
“Does it hurt her?” You ask. “The kryptonite?”
Elena looks to the floor, the silence settles between the two of you. “I don't know.” She whispers. “And.. as long as she doesn't want to find out, we never will.”
You nod and for a moment the two of you just exist in peace. Elena looks up at you.☆“So.. where you a vigilante-”
Aggressively you shake your head. “No. No. I'd rather jump off a cliff than spend my life as a vigilante.” Harsh words, but you preferred them like that. Sharp and straight to the point.
Elena raises a brow. “You're severely against the idea it seems.”
“I don't like getting hurt.”
“Valid.” She huffs, before laying back against the couch, closing her eyes.
“Soo.” You start, looking at Elena. “Anything else I need to know about you and Thea?” It sounded a lot more insecure then it should. You didn't like being excluded.
“Bold off you to assume we have more secrets to hide.” She scoffs, wrapping an arm around you. “From this day on you know more about Thea than she knows about herself.”
You chuckle, leaning your head against Elena’s shoulder. “That's.. awfully normal for us.”
“Yeah, it is.” She answers with a heavy sigh.
You look ahead, though your eyes move upwards once. “What about you?”
Elena absentmindedly starts running her hand over your head/through your hair. “What about me?”
You grin. “You know what I mean. How terrible is your past?”
Elena shifts slightly, shaking her head. “Thats a story for another day. My past isn't good for an evening like this.”
You yawn, shifting on the sofa. Now your weight is more on Elena and something about it feels awfully comforting.
She smells like roses and something faintly antiseptic. The only thing you could associate with the batfamily was gunpowder, blood and Gotham grime. No matter how much perfume they put in, the smell lingered.
You welcomed the difference.
Morning settles heavily. Not because of a villain attack, but because of a singular, unimportant post that gained traction online.
“[___] Wayne returns to Gotham?”
You freeze as you read the post, featuring the name [___] [Last Name] and a big picture of you. No one paid attention to you, least of all the media. But that was before you left Gotham and disappeared from the face of social media..
“That will be stressful.” Thea huffs, before gently taking your phone out of your hand. “I mean.. no one reads gossip like this.. right?”
You sigh. “Everyone reads gossip when it comes to my family.” You run your hand over you forehead. “I tried my best to fit it, but now everyone knows-”
“[___], breathe. Please.”
You didn't notice you were hyperventilating until Thea softly grabbed your arm. “You'll be fine.”
Her words were meant to comfort, but you couldn't help but scoff. “Fine? As long as no one knew I was a Wayne I could ignore my family in peace!”
“And you can still ignore them in peace.” Thea points out, but you just stare ahead.
“What if I can't?” You whisper after a moment of silence, letting your eyes drift over to Thea.
“Then we leave.”
“Leave?”
Thea nods, her bleached hair swaying with the motion. The haircolour she put over the blonde had almost completely faded. “Yes. Leave.”
She smiles. “I mean, our exchange is coming to an end anyway. We don't have to stay, remember?”
You take a deep breath, before nodding and breathing out. “Okay. We can leave.”
You place both your hands on the kitchen counter before chuckling. “Why are you the one that always finds me mid break down?” You asks sarcastically. Thea raises a brow.
“It only happened once.”
You shrug. That was a lie. It didn't happen just once. Or did it? Back then there was a lot of trouble. “I don't know. It leaves a lasting impression, so it could have been every time for me.”
Thea nods, before stepping closer. “You're not alone.” She has both her hands on your shoulders.
Just like back then. You can't suppress the memory. It worms its way up and makes your breathing hitch.
her hands trailing upwards as she cups your face. You hadn't noticed that you've been crying as she tilts your head downwards, giving you a kiss on the forehead. And innocent gesture. Comforting. Your heart started racing right after.
You blink, eyes flickering to the side in slight embarrassment. “I know.” The memory of that day flustered you all over again.
Thea nods, and let's go of your shoulders, probably taking your subtle shift in behavior as a need for space. Quite the opposite really.
You fight with yourself for a few seconds. You wanted a hug. But this was just a post. For the past few minutes you had been overreacting about something that might not even affect you in the long run.
Gotham loved gossip.
In a few days something new should come along. Someone more important. Someone that actually mattered in the long run.
Perhaps one of your siblings' achievements, or Bruce Waye and his newest scandal. Their vigilante personas lighting up the night sky that gave everyone hope but them.
But maybe that was the reason. You didn't want to be perceived the way the others are. You didn't want to be famous. You didn't want to be a vigilante. You didn't want to be a Wayne.
So you reach out and pull Thea into a hug. Her arms wrap around you as you settle in the crook of her neck and just stay there for a while.
Lex Luthor looks over the files one of his .. henchmen.. handed over to him. Classified information no one was supposed to see.
He is a scientist and a businessman. No matter how classified, if he wanted to see something he would.
Over the past few weeks he had been collecting data on a woman. Theodora Jonnel. He had seen her once, when she knocked over Clark Kent.
How long ago was it when he found out that reporter was Superman? He grinned at the calender. He had marked the day with a single red dot.
He opens the file and is immediately flashed with almost familiar genetic information. Or.. no.
There were the stereotypical signs of a kryptonian. The immunity to sicknesses, possibility for super strength. But none could develop. Ever since the first sign of a heat vision showed up they had used red kryptonite to suppress any kryptonian power.
But this wasn't a half kryptonian.
¾ of the DNA is human. Only ¼ could be remotely considered kryptonian DNA and it had been fought against with red kryptonite.
Lex squeezes the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
How did Europe manage to hide entire three generations of Kryptonian blood? Did the alien that came to earth not want to pick up a mantle and save the world like superman?
He scoffed. Of course not everyone would be like that superman, using their superhero strength to save the world. But if you wouldn't save it, why not rule it?
He flips through the files, but there is nothing about the full kryptonian ancestor except for his name. “Jo-Nel.”
He scoffs, about to put the file away, as he notes something. Documented red kryptonite use. “The patient has shown growing immunity to the red kryptonite effects. Possible tests with green kryptonite next.”
So the human DNA helped adapting to red kryptonite. He lets his eyes follow the lines of words and the statistics. The mother didn't get any red kryptonite during her pregnancy.
Theodora wasn't the only grandchild of Jo-nel. She had two younger siblings and one cousin. The other cousin died due to their mother unknowingly taking the “kryptonian suppressants”
"Interesting." Lex Luther murmured under his breath.
He couldn't reach Theodora. He had already taken down the video where someone filmed her breathing in fear gas without a mask and no effects.
Ridiculous how easy it was to draw the attention of the people towards [___] Wayne. To most they were a mystery, unsolvable. Gotham's personal untouchable urban legend.
They thought over their informations like animals over fresh prey.
But Theadora's closeness to the Wayne kid would make it harder to approach her. His reputation wasn't the best anymore. And if he could trust the files she was under constant surveillance by someone reporting back to whoever was behind the whole project of hiding the Jonnel's.
He closes the file, placing it on the table in front of him, before grabbing the coffee cup and taking a long sip.
He needed to find a way to study them.
You're working. Smiling at the patients as you make subtle conversation to guarantee that they'll feel comfortable as you change dialysis preys and remove catheter.
But the colleagues have been staring at you weirdly. Elena was with another patient, something about the ventilator not functioning that means you couldn't ask if you are imagining the subtle change in behavior or if its actually happening.
You take a deep breath. Yesterday was a difficult day and you still had way too many patients. But you would manage. Like you always did.
In the break room, after five hours of nonstop working, you're approached by one of the nurses. “How come you don't use your Wayne name?” He asks.
Straight to the point huh?
“I prefer my mothers last name. [____] [Last Name] sounds more pleasant then [____] Wayne, doesn't it?”
One of the doctors peaks her head in. “If you want my unwanted opinion, I have to agree.” She smirks. Dr. April is an elderly woman that worked in Gotham hospital for longer than most vigilantes existed. You liked her.
Gerome, the male nurse, nods in agreement. “Yeah.” He agrees. “And if you want to be called Wayne we would have to tell the social worker's to change all the-”
You shake your head. “Please no. The last thing I want is to become ‘Wayne’ on any job paper.”
That makes Dr. April laughs.“I have never met anyone that willingly refuses the power of possible nepotism.” She pats your back. “But I understand. Sometimes we want to cut ties.”
You nod with a sigh, before perking up as Elena walks into the room. Her hair is tousled, and she looks like she needs at least two cups of coffee right this instant or she will drop on the floor.
But she wouldn't.
She wasn't that type of person.
“Привет.” She grumbles under her breath before retying her hair up into a bun that she could shove under the hair net.
“Hi.” The others greet back, Dr. April handing her a coffee. “Is the patient managed?” She asks and Elena nods, before she sits down next to you.
“Yeah.” She yawns and you chuckle. “Hey, only three more hours to go.”
She lets out an agonised groan, her eyes closing, before her phone buzzes. So does yours. Thea wrote something in the group chat. It was a picture, she was outside the house, holding a bag.
She wasn't supposed to return to work for a few days due to being exposed to the fear gas. Though no one, except you, Elena and the batfam knew she had done all that without a mask.
The picture makes you freeze. Next to her is red hood. “Look who I saw again.” His red helmet was glinting in the light and your heart drops through. Why was Jason anywhere near her?
....
...
..
.
Note: we are slowly approaching the intresting part of this story where reader and the batfamily start interacting again.. yay! So yeah, there will be more villains, one for Thea, one for reader, one for Elena!! And even a bit about Elena and Thea's past. (And the time after readers mental break down-)
Here, something for my Yuri lovers:
So.. what do you think about your roommates? How would you describe the relationship?
Elena: "They're the one thing keeping me afloat. Nothing can hurt me, not even my memories when I'm around them. Almost as if we're planets, dancing together around our own little sun. An orbit just for us.
How reader would describe them, based on how I imagine them: Home. I am not alone, even when I'm not talking. I don't have to try to be seen. I don't think.. I could do this without them.
Thea: I found both of them in the trash. They are like two raccoons that I randomly took in. 10/10 would take green crystal stuff daily just so that we meet again in every universe!
Hi! Well, I just wanted to say that I love the Eyes on Fire series! It's really amazing to read and your writing is somehow welcoming >-< Remember to drink water and don't overexert yourself! Have a good day/night.
(English is not my native language, sorry if I'm confused 😕)
Thank you so much!
And thanks for the reminder, I really need to drink some water- 😅
