Percy Jackson x Reader Insert [Slow Updates]

Chapter 21

An: thank you for reading my book and surprise you got claimed 😀 I had to google the method used lol

After Percy got claimed, I was wisked away to the infirmary where a frightened Will was waiting. I was examined by multiple Apollo kids and Chiron to make sure I ok. Apart from the slight stinging on my face, I felt perfectly fine. That's weird. I got crushed by a giant dog. How come I don't have more injuries?

"Are you sure you feel ok?" Castor asked, visibly worried.

"Yeah," I replied.

"And nothing hurts?" Pollux questioned also visibly worried.

"Apart from my face. No," I said confused. Do we have that close of a relationship for them to be this worried?

"Who did it?" A very pissed off voice asked.

"What?" I replied looking around to see who had asked.

"I said who is the ungrateful brat that did it?" Mr. D repeated walking through the quickly parting crowd of people around me.

"I don't know," I told him honestly. I didn't ask names.

"Y/n L/n," Mr. D fumed.

I stared at him in shock before replying, "So you do know my name."

"Yes. Now tell me who hit you," Mr. D sighed a little less angry.

"I told you. I don't know. I didn't ask his name," I shrugged, still slightly confused.

"Well, what did he look like?" Mr. D sighed again.

"I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention," I shrugged again, enjoying the exasperated look on his face.

"Then what do you know?"

"That he is a son of Ares and was apparently babysitting a cripple for the entirety of the game," I huffed crossing my arms.

"I see," Mr. D smiled as I heard terrified screams in the distance.

"What-"

"Nothing."

Mr. D then turns and walks away. I turn my attention back to the people around me. They all appeared to be shocked except for Castor and Pollux. They seemed to know what that was all about. I was just sad that one of my wheelchairs got crushed. Once everyone was satisfied that I actually was ok, it was time for lights out.

The next day I awoke to an empty bedside. All my wheelchairs had disappeared except for one. I was very pissed. I wheeled my way out of the infirmary ready to attack the first person I saw. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the entire Ares cabin covered entirely in grape vines.

I didn't know where to find Mr. D, but I knew where some one better was. I rolled over to Hestia to get the deets on how the entirety of the Ares cabin pissed off the resident homeless god. When I got to her, she smiled until she registered the slightly faded hand print on my face.

"Y/n, what happened?" Hestia cried out moving me to the fire. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. You should see the other guy," I joked. "He will be walking funny for awhile."

"Who did it?" She asked.

"Wow. You and Mr. D both asked me the exact same question. I guess great minds think alike."

"Is that why the Ares cabin has been covered in grapes?" Hestia asked with a small smile.

"Yup," I replied, popping the p. "Also do you know where my wheelchairs have gone too? They were gone when I woke up."

"I do. They were taken to Cabin 12 along with the rest of your belongings."

"They were? But why?" I questioned, bewildered.

"Because you were claimed."

"But I'm not a half-blood."

"That doesn't change the fact you got claimed by me," Mr. D retorted, materializing out of no where.

"When did that happen?"

"Yesterday, before capture the flag." Mr. D informed me, smugly.

"Is that what that was all about?"

"Yes."

"I see. I guess I'll go inspect my new living space," I said thoughtfully.

I waved the two beings goodbye as I made my way to my new cabin. I was almost there when the Ares boy from yesterday waddled over to me. He seemed to be very mad about yesterday still. Before I could decide whether or not to go back to the hearth, he stood in front of me.

"Can I help you?" I asked him, sweetly.

"Yeah. I just wanted to apologize for yesterday," he said with a very rude tone. "Now can you ask Mr. D to remove all the grape vines from my cabin. No one can get inside."

"No. If you want the vines gone, you can go ask him yourself." I replied, annoyed.

Before he could say anything else, his eyes widened and his face contorted in terror. I spun around to where his line of sight was and saw Mr. D and Hestia glaring daggers at him. If looks could kill, he'd be obliterated by now. Castor and Pollux chose that time to appear by my side. They escorted me to Cabin 12 where all my wheelchairs hopefully currently resided.

The outside was a nice lilac shade, with a bunch of grapevines all over it. There was not the overwhelming amount of grapevines like the Ares cabin. I noticed a stuffed leopard head mounted above the door right I was taken inside. When I got inside, I realized just how many wheelchairs I now had. It seemed like the rest of Cabin 11 had paid their debts sometime during the night. Most of the wheelchairs were folded up on a stage looking platform.

All the furniture was the same lilac color as the outside walls with grape wood frames. In one corner, there was a trap door locked with a big lock. There was a note taped on the wall above the trap door that stated no one under the age of 21 could go into the door. In the opposite corner, there was a nice looking kitchen with a fridge. I opened the fridge and saw nothing but unopened coke cans. Not a single bottle of water in sight.

There was one bunk bed on the other wall away from the kitchen and basement. A bag of books that Annabeth had lended me was sitting on a regular bed next to the bunk bed.

"So how are you liking your new cabin?" Castor asked handing me a coke.

"It's nice." I replied opening the coke and taking a sip.

"I'm glad you like it," Pollux said patting my back. "You're stuck with us now."

I hope Percy is doing ok.