Demigod x Reader (One Shots) ::DISCONTINUED::

¤new #3¤ any character x asexual!reader

Words: 431

Warnings: making a joke at Drew's expense, the start of a make out scene (wow I'm progressing), coming out to someone.

Extra notes: return of the choose your romantic interest parts.

That smile got you every time. That was (y/d, your demigod of choice), their best feature.

You loved them with all your heart, they loved you back just as fiercely. You enjoyed spending time with them.

And just when you thought everything was perfect, a problem came up.

You see, (y/d) doesn't know a key aspect of you, and honestly, that one part could destroy your relationship.

You are on leave from camp, and invited (y/d) to go home with you to meet your mortal parent. It's the second day of your trip, but your parent decides to have a night out, leaving you and your significant other home alone.

The night starts out nice and sweet. (Y/d) makes you a decent dinner, and you two eat then go to your room to play some video games.

"I win again!" You shout happily, throwing down your remote to do a little victory dance.

"Oh, my gods, y/n, shut up about winning!" (Y/d) complains jokingly, tossing their controller aside as well.

You smirk, crossing your arms. "Make me."

(Y/d) give you a look before creeping closer and closer. They lean close and kiss you, holding onto your upper arms for support.

The kiss is nice, but you're confused by their actions. They pull their lips from yours, beginning to quickly place kisses across your jaw and then slowly towards your neck. Their hand, which was just on your arm, moves away to tug at the hem of your shirt.

"Babe, what are you doing?" You ask, moving away just a little bit.

They look up, a flash of hurt across their face as they separate themselves from you. "Well, you said to shut you up, so..."

"I'm not okay with that. I haven't told you something about myself, and I think this is the right time." You sheepishly rub your upper arm, glancing down at your lap.

"What is it?" they ask, concern written on their features.

Fiddling with your bracelets, you begin to speak. "I'm asexual. Well, more specifically apothisexual, which means I'm repulsed by the idea of sex. I understand, y'know, if you want to break up with me now. That's what everyone else did."

"Sweetheart. Look at me. I don't care if you were attracted to damn fruit, I'd still be in love with you. If I just wanted sex, I'd be dating Drew."

You laugh softly, as (y/d) wraps you into a tight embrace. You're glad that they love you for what you are, and accept you no matter what.