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doodleferp · 1 year ago

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HFKDJSLS THIS IS SO CUTE 💖 I need more saytr Vash in my life!!!

Day 21

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Satyr Vash X F!Reader

CW: Nudity, Blood, bleeding, awkward conversations, shower sex, hand job, oral sex, blow job, penis in vagina sex, riding, cock warming, cream pie, lots of cream pies, consensual somnophilia, time jumps, mentions of pregnancy

Word count: 7965

A/N: Day 21, Since I seem to like causing myself pain. Have another giant monster Vash fic. This time with a Satyr! This fic came to be because of a find of mine and you can find their art here!

You honestly hadn’t expected it, after moving back to the old country and taking over your grandmother’s estate. The grapevines overrun with other leafage and foliage wondering what she had done in the past few years for money. At least you had enough funds sitting in your bank account from your corporate job to cover a few years of working to get some kind of money to keep yourself afloat.

So one day, in an old pair of coveralls and beat-up sun hat seeing what you thought was a pair of goat legs in among the grapevines you’d smacked its hindquarters, expecting the goat to run away. You sure as hell hadn’t expected it to yelp and stand up revealing a human torso. A heavily scarred human torso.

A heavily scarred attractive human torso with pretty teal eyes and blond hair, who was looking at you like a scared animal. As your gaze went downwards you felt the blood rushing up your cheeks, quickly turning around. “Oh, my god.”

“Ugh, hi there. I have to admit I’m not used to seeing anyone in these fields, sorry about that.”

Whipping around so quickly you’re certain some of your bones creaked “You can talk!” Surprised by your reaction and slightly taken aback, rubbing his one hand along the back of his head.

“Well yea.” Tilting his head as if he’s confused even more at your words. “How else would I communicate?”

That had been the start of you getting to know the Satyr, sitting down with him that afternoon and talking, learning more about him and him about you. His name was Vash, and he’d been hiding on the property for almost a decade, having picked it because your grandmother hadn’t been that active. Turns out he’d been helping her without her ever knowing, something you thanked him for.

As the two of you spoke, you kept looking at his scars and his missing arm, trying to not be too obvious but he had to have seen your wandering eyes. His voice grew somber as he stated not all humans were kind. That had burned your heart, offering him a hand and telling him you’d like to be kind to him. He’d taken it and smiled.

When you saw where he’d been sleeping, you’d sighed, offering him a room inside the large house if he wanted it. Hoping it wouldn’t come across as rude with you essentially saying his home was a dump. He’d taken you up on your offer, choosing a small room on the main floor saying he’d want to come and go as he pleased and didn’t want to bother you.

It hadn’t taken long for a friendship to form between the two of you, him helping explain more about the local flora while you worked. He always helped you in other ways since he was taller than you and knew far more about the land that belonged to you at least on paper. At this rate, you’d have grapes for next year to try and turn into wine, and Vash said he knew a little about that too. He was a gold mine of information you were beyond happy to have met and call your friend.

Weeks passed, and before you knew it an entire season had come and gone, changing from spring to summer. A time you found yourself working in the mornings and evenings and hiding from the midday heat. You’d also taken it upon yourself to try and get Vash to start wearing pants. A concept that confused the hell out of him.

“Why do I need these? They look stupid.” Holding the end of the loose pants you had made for him that would hide his hooves and well.

Permanent erection.

Something you tried to avoid looking at.

“Vash. It’s because you’re very distracting.” Frowning at you and the light blush you’re certain is visible on your face because of the burning you feel.

“These won’t make me less distracting.” Slapping your hands to your face and dragging them downwards.

“Vash. I swear, they very much make you less distracting. At least for me.” Muttering the last part under your breath.

“Look this is just terrible!” Letting go of the fabric and watching it drop to the floor as he walked away, blond tail swishing behind him clearly annoyed. How the hell were you supposed to explain it was distracting seeing a part of your friend on display that you wanted to do terrible things to.

The next morning Vash reappeared, the telltale twitch of his tail telling you he was still a little upset with you. Running a hand through your hair before setting the worn sun hat back on your head and approaching him. “Vash.”

“Oh. Am I not too distracting this morning?” His one hand tucking on some of the invasive vines from some of the fruit trees that had been being choked by the flora growing around them. Clearly frustrated.

“Vash. Can I try and explain a little better?” Watching him raise an eyebrow before turning towards you. Feeling the blush starting to grow across your cheeks.

“I. Find… a part of you very distracting” trying to keep your voice soft and hoping he won’t press too much. Instead, he’s just tilting his head at an angle, like he still doesn’t understand. “I” making a vague motion towards his abdomen and the thick appendage hanging there “find that distracting.” Well aware of the heat radiating from your cheeks, certain you’re flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh. OH.” Looking down before looking back to you, concern growing on his face as he stepped closer dropping the flora from his hand to touch your cheek. “You feel warmer than normal. Are you alright? Is it too warm for you?”

You almost laugh at his concern “I'm ok. It’s more the feeling awkward about my explanation.” A small chuckle passes your lips, watching the concern fade away but his hand stays on your cheek.

“Is that why humans wear clothes?” It’s asked so innocently you just smile at him.

“Yea. It’s part of the reason. Sorry humans are strange like that.” A brief nod before he removes his hand, reaching down to grab the removed flora to bring it to the growing pile he keeps telling you will make good compost for the grapevines one day. Watching him go you smile, the blush remaining on your face well into the afternoon.

When he reappears that evening you notice he’s wearing them, grumbling a little about how strange they look and feel. You don’t fully know why, but you close the distance wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing your face into his scarred back. “Thank you, I know this is more for my comfort than yours.”

Unaware when you leave him and head back to your own self-appointed evening chores that his face is a bright pink, Vash is well aware of the reason for his blush and well aware such feelings would never be returned.

More time passed and you made Vash a few pairs of shorts since he understood the reason for them better and not wanting him to feel like you were ashamed of him. You had to admit to yourself, he was a very attractive fellow, and damn did he have one sweetheart of a personality to match. Sighing as you thought about it, it is not like he’d ever have feelings for a human, you were just a friend.

Hearing a familiar yelp you dropped what you were doing, running across your property towards Vash jumping and darting around obstacles. Seeing Vash on the ground and hissing, his hand bleeding as he tried to remove something from around his leg. Dropping beside him and moving his hand you find yourself hissing as well.

A coil of rusted barbed wire wrapped about his leg slicing into the back of his calf, the white fur stained pink. “Hang on Vash. Let me go get the wire cutters.” Darting off again, and making a small detour into the house to grab the first aid kit. Back at his side you quickly cut the wire, hands gentle as you remove it from his skin, looking around to see if there aren’t any other pieces sticking out of the ground. A sigh of relief that this seems to be the only one on the surface.

Opening the first aid kit and grabbing a sterile bandage you pour a bit of alcohol onto it before looking into his eyes. “This is gonna sting. Probably a lot.” Nodding for you to continue, you dab away from the cut trying to keep the dirt out away from it, hearing him hiss you stop. Reaching for his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze, watching as he bit his lip.

“It did sting. A lot.” You laugh at his comment, watching his face flinch ever so slightly as you keep working trying to keep your touch gentle.

“It doesn’t need stitches or anything, but I’d like to try and wrap it” another nod, and you press a new sterile bandage to the cut and start to bind it in place. “You’ll tell me if it’s too tight right?” A brief nod and you keep working, happy with how tight it is, and securing it in place. “Can I look at your hand?” Taking the hand and cleaning it the same way, his fingers needing a few bandages, most of the cuts shallow from him trying to free himself.

Once done you pat his thigh, smiling at him and blushing all of a sudden at the way he’s staring at you gazing ardently at your face. “Thank you.” All you can do is stammer out an acknowledgment as you stand up. As Vash pushes himself he almost lands on the ground again, but not before you’re wrapping your arms around him. “I… Think I might need help getting back to the house.” Adjusting so you’re under his shortened arm, supporting his injured leg and the two of you hobble back to the house.

As you both get inside and help him into his room and onto the mound of pillows he uses as a bed you smile kneeling down next to him. “Anything I can get you while you rest up in here?”

“Not right now.” Smiling back at you while he leans back “You’re a good caretaker you know.” For whatever reason that has you blushing as you head back out, heading back to where Vash had been and going through the soil pulling up several feet of wire and dropping it into the metal scrap pile beside the house and ensuring nothing is sticking out.

Later when you check in on him you have to smile, softly snoring and his foot twitching once in a while. Moving closer and running your hands along his leg near the injury, still fascinated by how soft his fur is. Another short snore and you smile, leaving him be and feeling the blush returning to your face.

The next day Vash is just moving slowly, and both of you work together to see if you can find more wire, not wanting to see Vash injured because of something like that again.

When a heat wave strikes out of the blue in the middle of summer, the pair of you stay inside the house trying to keep cool. Both of you laying on the floor heads next to one another while you talk and your feet pointing in different directions.

“Alright, best fruit?” You ask, looking up at the ceiling.

“Apples. Easy.”

“Really? That took like, no time to come up with that answer.” Turning your head enough to take in his profile.

“Apples are the best fruit.” His voice is clear he’ll accept no argument.

“I think grapes are the best fruit” you fire back. “They can be made into wine, and they can be frozen. A great snack for a hot day.”

A snort from him. “What a human answer.”

“Hey now! I’m human, what’d you expect?” Turning your body to slap his shoulder in mock anger.

“And I” Vash rolling over to face you “have never held that against you.” Surprised when he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. A light chaste kiss that you don’t get to respond to, and Vash reels back as quickly face going red. “I… I need to go for a walk.” Standing and moving quickly, hearing the door open and close before you’re even on your feet running to the door in your bare feet. No sign of him as you look out across the yard, running your hand through your hair and looking down at the ground.

It’s almost evening before he comes back, and you’re sitting at the small table in the kitchen when he walks in. “Hey” his head snapping up as you speak, face flushed before looking to the side. Sliding off the chair and walking to him “You kind of ran away before I could say anything.” Reaching up to cup his cheek and turning his head to look at you “You worried me a little Vash.”

“I didn’t want to stick around. I…” one of his hooves moving and sliding along the floor, a clear sign he’s nervous. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“If it was just the heat of the moment it's ok Vash.” Keeping your voice soft and starting to pull your hand away.

Or at least you tried to, his own hand coming up to keep yours in place against his skin. “What if it wasn’t?” He sounds like he’s ready to be thrown out of your life and it breaks your heart.

“Then that’s ok too.” This time you choose to take the risk, pushing yourself up onto your tip toes and pressing your lips to his keeping the kiss as chaste as he did, pulling away and landing flat on your feet. “It’s umm. Kind of nice knowing I’ve got someone as attractive as you kissing me.” Feeling your cheeks heat up at the admission.

A long pause and you’re afraid it might have pushed him a bit too far, feeling the smile drop from your face. Maybe it was you who shouldn’t have done that. Vash removes his hand from yours, and you pull your own back feeling so small.

Suddenly up in the air, your back pressed against the wall and Vash kissing you like his life depends on it. His one arm wrapped around you, hips being used to keep you up in the air and you find your hands moving to tangle in his hair. Elbows pressing into his shoulders as you part your lips to deepen the kiss, moaning against him and the taste of apples on your tongue.

Panting when you break apart and look into his eyes. “If you say you shouldn’t have done that I am going to be, so mad.”

“Then I won’t say it” laughing you kiss him again, and again. Until you feel lightheaded, the back of your head hitting the wall while you try to catch your breath.

That night you sleep with him in his pile of pillows, listening to his heartbeat and tracing some of his scars.

In the morning you’d woken up to him playing with your hair, and once he realized you were awake pulling you closer for another kiss. Well more of a round of kisses, that you found easy to enjoy since you could already feel the heat of the day building.

When the heat wave finally broke you kept sleeping with Vash downstairs, enjoying waking up and going to bed each night to his lips on yours.

One day you also laughed as you and Vash enjoyed a short lunch under an apple tree, Vash having an apple in his mouth and another in hand. Looking at you cutely as you asked him something, unable to answer and looking at the apple in his hand like he didn’t want to put it down.

Reaching up to take the one from his mouth while a few petals from the tree fell onto his hair, making him look somehow even cuter in your eyes. Question forgotten you lean closer for a kiss under the tree, watching his cheeks darken, pulling away again to take a bite of his apple before offering it back to him as a tease. Watching him grin as he opened his mouth to take it back and keep eating it.

Another nice result that came from your closer relationship, still not sure what to call it, was that any chance he had Vash liked to touch you. From running his hand along your arm or pressing his chest against your back and rubbing his face along yours. He liked it even better when you had less clothes on.

One day closer to the waning days of summer you were sat on the floor in a pair of shorts and your bra, running your hand along his calves and hooves. “So these are the bones of your foot?”

“My hooves are, like your toes.” Laying back while you play with the soft fur, pressing your fingers against the bones you feel.

“So. This” pressing around where what you would call his ankle is “is like the bones in my feet? Or is it an ankle?”

“Like the bones in your foot” Still looking at his foot and leg you start running your fingers through his fur. Humming as you start using both hands, watching the fur slip through your fingers.

“So soft” you whisper, tracing patterns in his fur where the gradient changes from the same blond in his hair to the pale white.

“Your hair is soft too” feeling your face flush, and he’s sporting a similar look as he sits up. A thought comes to you, and you blush a little more.

“Can I brush your fur, hair, and tail sometime?”

“Um. I should be clean before you do. I’m kinda dirty right now” his hand rubbing against the back of his head. Sending him what you hope is your best bedroom eyes you smile, shuffling closer to the main part of his body and kissing his throat.

“Can I help you get clean too then?” A blushing mess as he stammers out a yes, both of you heading to the bathroom he uses to get clean in. A coarse brush to clean what skin and fur he can reach. As you strip yourself a little nervous, you feel those nerves fade away as he touches your skin gently, exploring some of the skin he’s never felt before. Before either of you get too distracted you look into his teal eyes. “Can you show me how you use the brush?”

“Right. Yea.” Picking up the brush you watch the way he lathers it up with an old bar or soap before pressing it against his skin and then moving to his fur. The pink hue remained on his cheeks.

Getting the idea you take the brush from him and get to work, hearing him moan as you scrub along his back, taking extra care around his scars. Still working on his backside and reaching his tail you smile, the occasional twitch taking it from your hands as you lather the soft strands. “How does it get so tangled?” Laughing as you grab it once more, almost done.

“I go through the bushes and stuff gets stuck in it.” Laughing with you and letting out another happy hum.

“Maybe we should do this more often than to keep it from getting too tangled?”

“I… Can’t reach parts of it. So that would be nice.” Voice a little somber and you flinch, realizing your mistake.

“I’ll brush it every night if you want. You just need to ask.” Getting him to turn so you can face his front after you finish with his tail, placing a kiss on his scarred chest before starting to clean it.

Washing his arm is interesting, as he giggles and laughs so much, learning the underside of his arm is ticklish. Something you plan to use to your advantage if you ever need to, his shorter arm not taking as long. He’s watching your face intently as you finish with the stub, catching his gaze and keeping eye contact as you kiss the end of it.

Now as you face him, you find yourself swallowing. It makes sense to start at the top of his thighs and work your way down his legs so the suds would trail down his fur. Biting your lip as you look at his bobbing erection. Heading lifting as you feel his hand slide along your arm. “I can look after that area if you want.” His voice is whisper soft, and he’s smiling at you.

“Um. Can I… Can I try something?” Your own voice is just as soft, and when he nods you reach up to get him to bend forward a little to kiss him. Wrapping your hand around his cock as you deepen it, making him moan into your mouth. Pulling away so he doesn’t have to bend you keep moving your wrist, adding a twisting motion while he keeps moaning.

Tip to base and back up again, enjoying the way he twitches in your hand as you keep repeating the motion. Pressing your head to his chest at an angle so you can watch his cock as you keep working him. “Can I. Touch you?” his voice hoarse and starting to pant you smile, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Of course, you can.” As soon as the words are out of your mouth his hand is pressing against the skin of your ribs, touch gentle and explorative as he dips his fingers down to your abdomen before sliding up and pressing against your breast. Humming as he touches you, moaning as you like certain things, and still pumping him.

Looking back towards his cock, noticing the head has turned red, you smile, kissing his chest and twisting your wrist as you tighten your grip. Vash whines in your hold and you start to pump him faster, keeping your hand closer to his tip. His hand is no longer wandering, moving to your back so his arm is wrapped around you, whining his head falling forward against your own. Tightening your grip just a bit more, and after a few more pumps Vash groans in your ear, his cum spurting upwards with enough force to hit the underside of your breasts as his hips strutter. A few more slow pumps to get the last of his seed from his balls and you stop, releasing his member and giving your hand a flick before sliding it along his belly.

“Feel good?”

A soft moan is your answer, amazed his cock is still erect, and when he feels more stable you look up. Vash is quick to close the distance and kiss you again, when you break away you start cleaning his lower body, enjoying the feeling of his soft fur between your fingers. Once he’s washed you brush out his dried fur and find Vash far too curious about bringing you to a similar release before you go to bed.

A new routine added to your day, and you can’t complain, every night brushing his fur and learning more and more about each other's bodies with your hands.

As summer turns to fall, while it’s still rather mild at least compared to where you had lived previously, you and Vash are working hard, harvesting fruit from the different trees around the property. Bins of them being stored in the earth cellar, enough that you almost think you might fall over them, even if you have to giggle at all the bins of apples.

Heading back outside you don’t get far, almost running into Vash. Whose cute pointed ears are pulled back, a bring pink blush across his cheeks. And an arm load of apples.

“Ugh. Vash. Sweetie. I think we have enough apples.” Watching the blush on his face slowly darken into a deeper hue.

“These are special apples. I umm” one of his hooves is doing that cute little nervous drag thing and you reach out to rub his upper arm. “I got them for us. For something special.”

This time it’s you going a little pink, pushing some of your hair behind your ear “oh.” Moving backwards you open the door and run to get a bin for him to put his precious prize into “what makes them special?”

A short flinch and a swish of his tail, unsure if he’ll answer you based on his response. “They’re from a special tree. A little ways away from here… my brother looks after it.” The way his voice drops leaves you reeling, learning your sort of, well you aren’t even sure what the two of you are, but learning he had a brother was interesting.

“Oh. You have a brother? You don’t talk about him much.” Taking the apples from his arm and placing them into the bin, once the final one was stored in the wooden container you turned your attention back to Vash, his voice serious.

“He’s my twin. We don’t really see eye to eye. On a lot of things.” Stepping so he’s close enough that one of his legs is brushing up against yours, his hand moving to cup your jaw. “Including how we feel about humans. Please, don’t go looking for him. Ever.” You don’t miss the note of desperation in his voice before he pushes his lips against yours. The way he kisses you this time feels so different than any other time like he’s afraid for you.

As his lips leave yours, both of your hands move to tangle in his hair making sure when you open your eyes you stare into his. “I promise. I won’t.” Body still pressed to his, as he nods closing the distance between the two of you once more.

A few weeks later, during a spell of rainy days you find yourself in a baking mood, rolling out crusts and making a few pies. Making sure when you picked the fruit you didn’t take any from the apple bin that contained the special apples.

As you worked, hair tied up and elbow deep in flour you were unaware of a pair of eyes watching you. Focused on your work, and humming to yourself, a small skip in your step.

Vash is watching you, a soft smile, you’re so different from all the humans he’d met before, those that thought him a freak. He’d been attacked, rocks and worse thrown at him, some wanting to catch him to sell him off as some exotic pet. But you? You just looked at him in a way that made his heart swell in his chest, treated him like he was a living being that deserved to be treated as such. You’d offered him a home, listened to him speak, treated his wounds, shared his bed, and in all these things you never tried to get him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Kni had disagreed when Vash told him he thought he was in love with you, told him it wouldn’t, couldn’t last. Humans weren’t worthy of being out of the squalor they lived in according to his brother. Vash could see his brothers’ point, but he didn’t share them, he cared about humans and wanted to be a part of their world. Now he had one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

You were still humming away, sliding the last pie into the oven before setting a timer, and starting to wash the dishes. Yelping as a warm arm wrapped around you, and an upturned nose buried itself in your hair, giggling. “Hi Vash, I was wondering where you’d disappeared too.”

Pressing a kiss into your hair and swaying his hips against your backside “Around.” Moving his hand down your chest and lifting your shirt so he could feel your skin directly. “Whatever you're making smells good.”

“A couple pies, one of them just for you.” Giggling as you keep washing the dishes and rinsing them before placing them on the rack to air dry. Last item washed you empty the sink, slowly turning around to face him, letting your damp hands rest against the nap of his neck. Tilting your head down and raising your eyebrows seductively “apple.”

Vash grins, already aware two of the five pies you’d made had been apple, excited at least one of them was just for him. Closing the distance and kissing you, the first kiss turning into a series of kisses shared between the two of you. Nipping at one another and dragging tongues against one another's skin, the smell of the baking pies reaching your nose. Starting to deepen the kiss you groan as the timer goes off, pulling from Vash and grabbing your oven mitts to pull the pies out.

Once the five of them are on the rack, you bite your lip glancing at Vash, who still looks as hot and bothered as you feel. Taking his hand you smile “can we try something new?” Eyes hopeful and feeling your lower body starting to burn.

“I like trying new things” he teases back, letting you lead him to his, your, both of your shared room. Once inside you gently push him onto his back, grasping his cock and pumping him and peppering kisses over his chest. You settle your body between his legs, slowly moving downwards, and kissing the scars you find along the way. Eyes flicking up to his when you reach the part of his legs covered in soft fur, watching to see if he doesn’t want you to keep going, and you have no worries. His eyes are wide watching you and licking his lips, keeping eye contact as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and hear him hiss in pleasure.

Humming you pop off the tip, still pumping him and nibbling the sensitive skin, watching as pre cum starts to pool at his slit and pressing your tongue against the small opening. Vash is moaning above you, watching your every movement and your core feels like it’s on fire. Switching to licking the head and twirling your tongue around the sensitive skin, as Vash jerks his hips upwards towards your lips. Smiling as you look at him pulling back somewhat adding a twisting motion to your pumping.

“Want me to keep going?” Teasing him and biting your lip.

“Please!” A low whine and you tilt your head before going back to his cock, pausing to adjust your hold on his warm flesh before licking a hard strip from his balls to the tip. Tongue flat so you can touch as much of his skin as possible, enjoying the feeling of his mad twitching before engulfing the tip in your mouth and starting to suck. Setting an easy pace for yourself, you don’t go too far down, just past the end of his head so you can focus on the sensitive area. Your hand can do the rest of the work. Another low whine reaching your ears, and you have to admit it sounds a lot like the noise he makes when he’s close to coming. A few more pumps and bobs of your head, it turns out he was making the noise he makes when he’s close, mouth filling with the astringent taste of him. Swallowing his cum as best you can, and pulling away from his cock as he shakes and shivers in the pillows.

Blissed out against the pillows you give him a few more pumps, aware he’s watching you with hooded eyes, a final glob of cum pooling on his slit which you lick off. Looking at him with adoration as you release his cock and crawl up his body to press against him, feeling his arm wrap around you tight. “I’m going to return the favor later.” A kiss pressed to your forehead as both of you doze off.

The next day after having a slice of cooled pie, Vash does return the favor, more than once watching you come undone beneath his touch and tongue. As your back arches Vash thinks to himself that his brother has to be wrong, how could someone like you respond to him like that if you didn’t love him. Maybe someday he’ll be brave enough to tell you how he feels.

Eventually the air turned cooler and you started wearing some thicker clothes, watching as Vash tended to shiver in the early morning air while both of you were outside working. And in the evenings you went to work, going through the items left behind from your grandmother. Working on knitting him a long scarf, that thankfully only takes you about a week. Work might have gone a little faster if you and him didn’t end up in bed as often as you did as part of your nightly routine.

And after the pants incident you had far more tact when you gave it to him. “I noticed you’re looking a little chilly some morning, and this isn’t me trying to get you to cover up. I just thought you’d like something to help keep warm.” Handing him the red scarf, and watching him smile.

“Thank you.” Pressing the hand made item to his chest, a wide grin splitting his face as he felt the fabric. “I know it will help, especially because you made it for me.” Something about his words makes you turn red.

The next morning, he had the scarf wrapped around his neck a few times so the loops fell more around his chest. Smiling at you as the two of you finished the last few items before any time outside would be recreational.

After spending so much time outside getting the property cleaned up, you found yourself cleaning out more of the inside now. Not that it was a mess inside, more taking stock of what had been left behind by your grandmother and the generations before her. As you found things Vash often found himself out of sorts, unsure what to do with most items and there was a steady growing pile of things you didn’t plan on keeping.

One thing that caught your eye had been some smaller carboys which Vash knew more about, and you were trying to make some fruit wine from the extras stored in the earth cellar. It would be a while before any of it was ready to try but you’d agreed it would be a good test for the summer when hopefully grapes would be growing on the vines.

As you moved through the rooms of the house you came across a few stools that left you confused. Showing them to Vash, who seemed surprised. “These look more like seats for my kind to sit on.” Taking one of them and sitting showing it left his legs balanced at an angle that was comfortable for him.

“Maybe one of my ancestors had better relationships with your kind then? At least if there are this many chairs in the room.” Walking by as you look more in the room, a thick layer of dust on most of the objects around.

“It’s a nice thought. Both of our kinds living together.” Something in his voice grabs your attention, heading back to where he’s seated.

Reaching out to run your hand along his shoulder and down to the stub of his upper arm. “In case you missed it. We live together.” Smiling at him as he reaches out to rest his hand against your hip.

“Yea. I guess we do.” Voice wistful and his ears flicking back.

“What do you mean you guess? Last time I checked we share a roof, share a room. Not sure what else you’d call that then living together. Come on Vash what’s really on your mind?” Reaching up with your free hand to cup his cheek, which he quickly nuzzles against.

“I…” licking his lips before taking a deep breath. “I care about you, a lot more than I should I think. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I. I want to be your mate.” This is the most embarrassed you’ve ever seen him and it warms your heart to hear him make that admission.

Bending over so you’re eyes level with him, a soft grin on your face. “Mate huh?” Pressing your lips to his for a long tender kiss, when you pull away your lips are close enough to still brush against his. “I like the idea of being your mate.” Watching the grin grow on his face.

With one arm he’s pulling you into his lap, grinding up against you making you moan as your lips meet once more. Panting and groaning against one another. Both of your hands moving to press against his shoulders, nails scraping along his neck and hair. “Vash?” Voice almost breathless as you pull apart. “Do you want to be inside me?” A low soft yes is your answer and another roll of his hips against yours.

Scrambling out of his lap your fingers and moving quickly against the belt around your waist, undoing your pants and pulling them off as quickly as you can, underwear with them before crawling back into his lap.

Lips reconnecting and you can feel the precum flowing freely from his tip as your hand reaches for him, a few pumps to smear the fluid around before lining him up and slowly lowering yourself onto his cock.

Both of you gasping and you feel your neck arch back as he fills you, and as you slide down you know you never want to feel anyone else inside you again. Vash fills you in such a way that it makes a line of sweat break out across your back, beading between your shoulder blades and rolling down. You start to ride him in no time, the veins of his cock making you squirm, his one hand moving to pull your shirt off, burying his face in your breasts and panting against your skin as well. Biting and sucking the skin as you keep moving, a line of fire building inside your belly. Arms wrapping around his head to keep him close and you scream as you cum around his cock, feeling his seed paint your walls, both of you coming down from your high together.

As time passed, the two of you often found your days either starting with a long slow session of making love before moving about the house for the day. Or retiring early for a hot steamy session, trying to see how many times you could spasm around Vash. One thing was certain, Vash never seemed to run out of stamina, always had a load ready to push deep into your core. You’d also told Vash he didn’t have to wear pants inside the house if he didn’t want to, which led to both of you sometimes having sex in random places and at random times.

On Christmas eve, the two of you were laying down on a pile of blankets and pillow in the living room, a fire going in the small fireplace that had been hidden behind a sheet of drywall. Laughing as your hands wandered over his skin, where it met his fur.

“I just don’t understand how it can be that soft” giggling as you rub circles into the area.

“Maybe because I eat such a healthy diet.” Wiggling his eyebrows at you and you snort.

“Oh yea, almost nothing but apples.” Pressing a quick peck to the center of his chest. You watch as his face shifts, almost thoughtful. Rolling over, and running a hand along your side before standing and walking away.

“I’ll be back in a moment my heart” his tail swishing the floor behind him.

You rolled your shoulders, before reaching out and grabbing your glass of wine, listening for his return. At the sound of his clicking hooves you roll over to watch him again, tossing an apple in his one hand. “Really. Another apple?”

“It’s one of the special apples, I brought for the two of us.” Right, you’d almost forgotten about those, still unsure what made them special, but you had listened to the warning and made no motion to ever find or find out more about his brother.

“So, what makes them special?” You question as he rejoins you on the pile of pillows and blankets.

“It’s said, they help bond two souls together, and bring those in love good fortune.” He’s grinning as he settles, holding the apple between both of you.

You smile “So. Were you hoping for an outcome like this?” Watching his face flush and his ears twitch, a telltale sign of his having been found out. “I’ll stop teasing you. So how does it work? I assume we have to eat it.”

“Yea, we eat it together.” Placing the apple to his mouth and sticking his tongue out to hold it up, and seeing it balanced on his tongue does things to the lower parts of your body.

“Wait. You mean we eat the apple together, as in at the same time?” Waiting his eyebrows wiggle again, waiting for your head to move closer and as you bite into the apple, you hear Vash do the same. It has to be the most awkward apple you’ve ever eaten, feeling Vash place his hand against the back of your head, helping to keep the pressure on the fruit between both of you. The apple, also, is the best apple you’ve ever eaten, something about the favor being almost perfect.

In no time the fruit is gone, the core tossed into the fire, your and Vash’s mouths pressed together, tasting more of the apple on his tongue. Rolling you onto your back and grinding his hips against yours.

The angle like this isn’t the best for him and the way his legs are shaped, but a few adjustments and your legs are draped over his, your back still on the floor so he’s in charge, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room. Feeling him starting to grind harder against you, lips reconnected once more. Struggling a little, his hand is occupied, being tangled in your hair as his tongue explores your mouth. Reaching down you line him up and in one thrust he’s as far as he can go. Breaking apart Vash sets a quick pace, and it isn’t long until you’re cuming on his cock, moaning as he keeps going. Pulling a second from you in no time.

Panting in your ear how he’s going to fuck you all night long and into morning, and you tell him to keep going even if you fall asleep, high on the sensation of Vash plowing your insides.

Waking up Christmas morning, you find Vash under you and still in the living room, the fire has turned to a few dying embers. Snoring away, his one hand pressing against the center of your back and his cock still seated deep inside you. You lower your head back to his chest, listening to his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep again.

The next time you woke up, you were humming, stretching your arms up towards Vash’s shoulder chests pressed together and Vash on his back, his hips pistoning in and out of you. “Good morning handsome” letting out a shaky breath, sliding one hand up to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“M-morning” stuttering and you can see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, the veins of his neck standing out. Shifting your legs so the movement of his hips has his fur rubbing against your clit, moaning as the pressure builds inside of you. A few more thrusts from under you and he’s freezing, a whisper of your name and you feel him filling you up.

Pushing himself up to change the angle of your bodies so he can kiss you, the taste of apples still strong on his tongue. “How many loads is that?” You whisper against his mouth, smiling as he nips at your lips.

“Hmm, six, maybe seven?” That makes you laugh, taking a moment to adjust before starting to roll your own hips.

“Let’s have a whole day of this, I just want a day of us together. Nothing else.” Vash is quick to agree. The two of you only leave the living room for bathroom breaks and a small amount of food and water. By the end of the day you’re both too tired to move anymore, cuddling together and soft touches shared between you.

When spring comes, you’re amazed at the difference you can see from all your hard work, the grape vines full and lush covered in the small flowers. Even the fruit trees cleaned of the thorn vines that had been strangling them seem even more vibrant. That day as you took in the view and came across the area you’d first met Vash in just a year ago you find yourself swinging around and running towards him, jumping into his arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him full of laughter.

Five years later, you’re sitting in the office you made out of one of the rooms in the house. The camera turned on your laptop working out the final arrangements with the distributor wanting to sell your wine in specialty shops. Grinning as you hammer out the facts the barrels will be picked up and brought to another location to be bottled.

All of those details settled, you grin when asked if you want a name on the label besides the region and grape type. Letting a more comical side take over “The Satyr’s wife” you don’t hesitate as the name slips from your mouth with a grin.

A week later you have the final contract in hand, as well as a final draft design of the label for the market. Taking the design to Vash to see what he thinks, heading down to the living room where Vash has his hand full, literally with a set of smaller hands held in his. Both father and son grinning as you appear, handing Vash the piece of paper and replacing his hand with both of your own. Taking your son around the room as he walks a bit more steadily on his smaller hooves, hooves that are still soft in comparison to his sire's hardened ones.

That had been more than a painful feeling with those kicking your insides but the day he came into the world with your hair and his fathers eyes you couldn’t have been happier. Learning that any child you had with Vash would be male since his species required mates from another to reproduce, and you found it more than alright to know you’d have to deal with more hooves inside your belly.

Eventually Vash laughs pulling you back to the present as he looks at the name and the design of the label, a stylized Satyr with a set of reed pipes held up to its lips.

You have to admit, you’re glad your grandmother left this place to you, glad to have found someone to love, just for being themselves and loving you the same. Even if you did find him tracking mud over your floors after it rained, annoying.

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rs-hawk · 3 months ago

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Master List

This will be consciously updated so check back periodically. Enjoy!

Átahsaiais

Angels

Angel Boyfriend

Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

Big Foot

Big Foot Camping

Centaur

Virgin Centaur

Centaur Ranch MtF WLW

Centaur Handjob

Crow Girlfriend

Dragons

Dragon Girlfriend WLW: Part One, Part Two

Dragon Girlfriend Gold Strap WLW

My Brother's Hot Friend (now exclusively on Patreon): Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Dragon Guard

Dragon Queen MtF

Dragon Lover Nonbinary

Dwarves

Dwarf Boyfriend

Dwarf Lover

More Dwarf Boyfriend

Demons

Demon Church

Dullahans

Dullahan Boyfriend

Deathclaw

Elves

Elves (Christmas)

Enchanted Armor: Part One, Part Two

Fey

Fey Wife MtF

Fog Monster

General Monsters

Short Monsters

Ancient Spirit

God Lover

God Husband MLM (Disabled Reader): Part One, Part Two, Short

Gorilla-Like/Missing Link Lover

Giants

Hiking Adventure (FtM Reader)

House

Icarus x Apollo: Part One, Short, Part Two

Loveland Frog

Merpeople

Siren Boyfriend

Octopus Merman

Mishipeshu: Part One

Minotaurs:

Minotaur Husband: Part One, Part Two

Minotaur Neighbor FtM

Nobleman Minotaur: Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Commission: Healer in the Dungeon Male Reader): Part One, Part Two (contains additional Monsters)

Nagas

Naga Husband

Naga Girlfriend

Naga Husband (FtM Reader)

Naga Wife

Nymphs

River Nymph

Orcs

Orc Husband FtM

Orc Mate WLW

Orc X Saytr MLM (third person)

Orc Mate MtF

Oracle Girlfriend

Piasa Bird: Part One, Part Two, Short

Raven Mocker

Robots

Andrew Android

Slime

Straggle

Shapeshifter

Tentacles:

Tentacle House

Pet Tentacle

Two or More Monsters

Vampire and Werewolf Boyfriend (Plus Size Reader)

Vampire and Dragon Girlfriends WLW

Thunderbirds

Thunderbird Lover (on hiatus): Part One

Thunderbird Partner

Vampires

Vampire Boyfriend

Vampire Boyfriend FtM

Vampire Boyfriend (Werewolf Girlfriend Reader)

Vampire Boyfriend (Anemic Reader)

Werewolves

Werewolf Girlfriend MtF WLW

Werewolf Boyfriend FtM (MtF Reader)

Werewolf vs Human Boyfriend

Winter Wolf

Bestie's Werewolf Brother (Liwanu): Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Bestie's Werewolf Brother Alt (Ahiga): Part One, Part Two

Witches

Witch Girlfriend

Your Witch

Werehyena (Male Reader)

Writing Tips

Top Ten

Filler and Self Publishing

Yeti

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cranberryjuice-posts · 8 months ago

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please do clarisse la rue x aphrodite reader who’s gorgeous and glowing and short like a ball of sunshine

- opposites attract -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Aphrodite! Reader

An - ive gotta rewrite by Abby series bc it’s not going the way I want it 😭 I wasn’t really sure exactly what to write so I hope this is good 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Everyone at camphalf blood knew who you were. Not for negative reasons however. Being a daughter of Aphrodite not only boosted your social status but it was also your actions.

The first to volunteer to help when the infirmary was low on staff, ready to take on any chore from helping run the camp store to labor jobs that required you to get dirty. Even when the saytrs felt as though they were being ignored by the demigods you helped give them their voice.

So when you of all people started dating clarisse the most intimidating person at camp it was a bit of a culture shock. Though with you sweet and kind nature you seemingly took the most aggressive cabin and somehow made them slightly calmer.

Though when people tried to approach clarisse about you her former aggressiveness would come back. Most things that involved you got her heated. The recent endeavor being you both Separated for the weeks capture the flag game.

“No you’re on my team it’s not for discussion” clarisse spoke as if she knew it was fact, her arms crossed and her armor on you couldn’t help but fall back in love with her.

“But it is for discussion because I’m not” you chuckled softly, a gentle smile crossing your features. “I’ll be fine Claire I’m not a child”

“I’m aware of that but what if someone on my team hurts you? Or what if you get hurt by one of our traps I don’t like not being able to protect you” she placed her hands on her hips trying to open her stance to you.

“Aww” you gave a playful frown tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Placing both hands on her cheeks you gave them a small squeeze. “I’m ok, besides I have charmspeak remember I know how to handle myself”

Her shifting weight and the look of annoyance on her face all showed she did care about you deep down, and as much as people wanted to Deny it clarisse was yours just as much as you were hers. “I’ll see you after the game pretty” stepping on your tippy toes you gave her a kiss.

Turning to start walking away clarisse began yelling instructions to you. “Wait! Make sure your breast plate is tight— oh! And be sure to wear a helmet an—-“

“I got it clarisse!” You laughed back at her, giving her a final wave.

——-

The games had already began with you being in charge of reclaiming the flag with Luke and his team.

Stepping through the forest you carefully looked around worried that maybe someone would jump out. Which like it was a movie happened. Red team kids running out with blades swinging. Blue team defending themselves and you mentally scolding yourself for not wearing enough armor.

Before you even realized it you had a deep cut in your calf. Landing on the ground with a cry of pain you looked back instantly having to dodge the falling camper.

“You good!” Luke shouted helping you up, limping some you found your balance breathlessly nodding. The red team currently had either been knocked to the ground or retreated in fear.

“The flags up ahead.. behind Zeus’s fist if I’m correct” you took a stance against a tree, using it as support. “I’m gonna stay here”

“You’re sure you’re fine” he asked cautiously. Even though luke knew clarisse couldn’t touch him he still didn’t want to hear her mouth afterwards.

You nodded giving him a semi confident look. “Just go” You chuckled sending him off.

Though it was quiet for a while you heard a crying like sound. Confused you pushed off the tree and started limping towards the noise. Through the trees and down to the creek you saw a hurt hell hound.

Most times you would of killed a monster without hesitation but this time… this time she wasn’t a monster. It seemed crazy but this hell hound almost seemed domesticated.

Slowly walking towards her You knelt down beside the dog. At first she bared her teeth at you acting as though you wanted to hurt her, but once she realized you meant no harm she pressed her snout against you.

Once gaining her trust you began to examine her leg. Realizing it was broken you made the conscious decision to quickly leave to grab some sticks for a splint. Petting the hound softly you got up limping away some.

The ground was filled with a multitude of twigs though finding your two heafty pieces of wood was easy. The sound of the conch and a campers scream filled your ears, nearly running back to the creek you saw about all of the kids from the two teams with clarisse and Luke in the creek, their weapons aimed at the hound that looked as tough she was going to attack.

“Stop! Oh my gods stop!” You screamed running in-front of her causing clarisse to dodge to the side and roll fully into the creek.

“Move!” She shouted. The other campers looking equally confused as you shouted a no back at her. “Are You insane?! Don’t go near it” clarisse scrambled out the water to quickly grab your arm.

You turned around trying to pull free only to be unsuccessful. The tension around you made you want to cry but right now isn’t the time. “I need you to trust me… please” you practically begged.

She looked you up and down with a look of worry before gently letting you go. Without another thought you knelt down to the dog, ripping your shirt in half exposing your stomach and began wrapping the hounds broken hind.

The dog was huge, given that she was a monster she was bigger than even a Doberman and beefier than a pit but that didn’t mean she was aggressive.

A few of the other councilors walked down to the water with Chiron standing on a rock near by. “She’s harmless!” You shouted trying to get the defensive campers to become calm. “See! If she wanted to hurt anyone she would of!”

Your urgency only convinced maybe a handful of kids. “It’s a monster.” Clarisse scoffed.

“Yet she didn’t try to bite me when I put her leg into a splint” You corrected. The hound nudged her head into your leg in a comforting way, trying to get your hand to begin to pet her.

Annabeth took a step forward, extending a hand the hound sniffed her before licking up her arm. “Seems harmless to me” the wise girl shrugged.

Chiron made his way down looking across the water and holding a hand up signaling for every camper to relax. “This game is dismissed. Grover summon the Cloven council, get them to set up a meeting so we can figure out what to do for the hound, and for you.. keep her with you until we have a plan”

———

The following week camp halfblood had a new pet. A hellhound you named Rosie.

Sitting with clarisse by the lake letting the water run over your legs from the docs. I’m the distance you saw Rosie swimming around enjoying playing with the water naiads.

“How did you know she wasn’t ruthless” clarisse asked turning her head to look at you.

“I guess the same way I knew you weren’t as mean as everyone assumes. It’s your aura, Rosie’s was soft and hurt begging for any form of kindness” you turned looking at her. The sun light casted across clarisses features illuminating her eyes and skin. “Your so beautiful” you smiled leaning over and softly kissing her

Clarisse smiled wide returning the kiss. She pulled away only keeping her hand on the side of your face. “What did I do to deserve someone like you”

You shrugged your shoulders happily. “Working out helped”

She pulled away with a playful attitude. Causing you to laugh and reach out to her once more.

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #clarisse x female reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you

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bomber-grl · 6 days ago

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Taking care of you when you’re sick 🤧

Pairing(s): Characters x Gn!sick!Reader (except for Reyna’s)

Character(s): Percy, Annabeth, Grover,Nico, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Jason, Piper, Reyna (platonic)

Me rn:

Percy Jackson

Honestly great at it and it’s honestly not expected but also sort of expected

Hard to explain

But it’s likely that he just brings you back to the apartment he lives in with sally, Paul, and ofc Estelle because even though he sort of doesn’t want to admit it, he needs help

So (imagining you’re super sick) even if you’re a stubborn one, it’s too embarrassing to act up in front of Sally

Someone who is so caring that she makes soup just for you, checks in on you, gives you extra blankets in case, honestly anything really

This transformed more into a Sally taking care of you than Percy but I’m getting there

One day Sally has to go out for an errand and takes Estelle with her, Paul went off to work or something

Leaving you two alone and you basically a burden/j

Also… free to complain all you want

Now if you’re stubborn and make it difficult for him he will fr mock you

Literally why are you being this way when Estelle behaves way better

And she’s a baby

Eventually though, cmon now

Just be willing and maybe he’ll kiss you

As if he isn’t doing so while you doze off on your meds

I’d give him a solid 6/10, not because he’s not my fav character or anything

Of course not

Annabeth Chase

Ideal in theory not in practice

She knows everything there is to know- hell, if she didn’t after years of being a demigod and suffering from injuries then strike me down

Well- no actually I take that back

Annabeth doesn’t actually know a lot aside from when she gets sick

Which happens rarely and goes away as quick as it comes

So now she’s here with you all bundled up-

Also, if you try to be stubborn and act like a big baby, she’s having none of it

You will rest and you will eat to consume your meds

End of story

I don’t make the rules 😭

She will, however, be pleased if you’re happy to comply and get you back to good asap

Although she does bumble a bit at the start- she eventually learns quickly

Which is to be expected

When she first started to struggle with what do to she’s too prideful to ask for help so she settles on asking you how to do well by you

Then she realizes how stupid (or unwise) it was to act that way and decides to just ask any of the Apollo kids she knows won’t tease her

Which is more than half

Only because she knew you’d get worse

I’d give her a solid 7/10

It’s not any longer because she gets to business and gets you healed pretty quick so 🤷

Grover Underwood

I’d say he’s pretty decent at taking care of you too

I mean he probably knows a lot about herbs and stuff that could help you alongside modern medicine that you’re likely taking

Plus when you can’t sleep for whatever reason (*cough*cough* congestion*cough*) he’ll obviously put that humidifier on but also play you a song

Either to help with sleep or just make you feel better

Really depends

Also we all know he’s a saytr

So he’s likely taking care of you despite needing to be elsewhere

And if that duty calls quickly? He feels SO bad 😭 I’m not even exaggerating

He’ll apologize ten times over and try to make up for it

Instead of getting your sleep and rest it just results in you spending that time reassuring Grover

Which, in your opinion, is a time well spent

But not to Grover

Anyways if you’re reluctant to let him take care of you then he’s constantly hassling you to stay resting

Literally got to the point where campers would just see you running by, and see Grover not too behind

Or it’d be you sitting somewhere and Grover trying to convince you why going back would be a good idea

Now, if you’re more than happy to rest and take your medicine?

Absolute angel in Grover’s eyes

Literally makes his life 10000x easier

Him being him, he just ends up helping you heal and recover faster than you normally would’ve otherwise

So honestly? You can try to be stubborn all you want but it’s only going to make you suffer 😭

Not much for him but that’s because besides his nervous energy, he’s probably the best here in terms of actually helping you become unsick

Nico Di Angelo

He’ll try his best to help you out 😭

Which he does a pretty decent job at, all he does is rely on books and what he’s heard from others

So it’s time for Nico to rawdog helping you out because frankly, he’s always been the opposite of a normal person

So, why would he ever get sick?

(Bluds body temperature is probably colder than the Antarctic)

He does the basics like making you drink medicine for your symptoms (e.g. cough, sore throat) and making you soup to the best of his capabilities

If you’re the type of person to be whiny and like to be cared after then he’d sort of tease you for it in his strange little way

Now, if you’re super stubborn and insist on him not helping you-

He takes it personally

Like I’m not even joking

He’ll just side eye you

You’re acting like you weren’t just dying of suffocation before he put the humidifier on a few seconds ago

And he lets that known

So, he asks why you’re being so stubborn and let him spoon feed you‼️

(Only because you ended up being bundled in a blanket burrito and Nico didn’t want to go through putting you in one again afterwards)

Too much hassle

Also applies if you’re being stubborn and he has to forcibly feed you)

He’s honestly getting annoyed at this point so you give him a proposition

You’ll let him take care of you if he gives you cuddles

Now, normally Nico would be so done but he couldn’t resist

So now here you both are underneath the covers

But then Nico ruins it

“Yknow I was gonna cuddle you regardless” (of it you complied or not)

6/10 just for that last comment

(Doing an actual story, will link HERE)

Leo Valdez

Someone please help him

Nah just kidding

Leo is definitely way better with machines than with humans

That’s a fact

But he knew his mom long enough to know the basics of everything

I don’t make the rules, that woman definitely taught him everything there is to know

So here you are on the bed of your room as you hear Leo’s racket going on in the kitchen

Emmie and Jo went out and took a few residents with them, including one of your favorite residents:

Georgina

The ones that stayed behind were either asleep or bundled away under the covers of their beds

(Ignoring those doing chores)

Especially since it was now winter, despite the waystations warmth, a chill seemed to have made it way inside.

Eventually Leo makes his way back up and set down a tray

It had a soup you learned to become familiar with

It was Caldo de Res

So obviously you gobbled that shit up like all the other Mexican foods Leo had made before

Eventually Leo makes you take your medicine because even though he’s all about playing around and stuff, he still likes to care for you

Now, because it’s likely snowing, Leo had to resist and refuse to let you out

You’re already sick, it could get so much worse

But you didn’t listen

Hence you running around like a maniac outside the station yelling as Leo chases you

Afterwards he scolds you but when you point out that fact that he was laughing when he was chasing after you- he shuts up real quick

Leo does realize how boring it probably is for you though so after going back inside he tries to be a source of entertainment for you

He tries to find board games and he luckily does

Which ends with you two moving to the living room (?) or common area

By the time emmie and the other residents return, the tower you built while playing Jenga was sky high and skinny asf

Then Leo crashed it and you both obviously yelled at it

Then Leo got told off for distracting you from resting (although it was done kindly)

Later after dinner, Leo snuck into your room at night and once again began to try to rid you of your boredom

you two began giggling and gossiping in the middle of the night

Then went to bed when someone knocked as kindly asked for you two to quiet down

Leo was embarrassed 💀

Frank Zhang

Surprisingly good at taking care of you

Only saying it’s surprising because I’ve never considered it before

He obviously takes care of your basic needs like meds and just covers you needing anything else like rest or water

If you’re stubborn to actually try to get better- then he’s definitely worried but also confused

Why are you acting this way and also, please just let him help you

Which is honestly sad because even if he’d like to stay by your side for more than a few hours- he really isn’t able to due to praetor duties

I mean it’s a surprise you got a pass on your chores/ duties depending on what your role is

Will definitely feel terrible for having to leave to go do his job but eventually finds someone trusted to look after you

Likely someone indebted to him

(He’d feel a bit sorry for whoever it is if you’re particularly resistful)

Let’s say you actually get sick and there’s no outside forces that can interfere

Frank is a pretty top notch- although a bit anxious - doctor

Likely learned a lot about the healing aspect of Apollo back when being his kid was what Frank wanted most

So he knows a lot from that and is really attentive

After giving you some medicine you had seemingly been knocked out cold so it was natural for Frank to turn down the lights

Before he left the room he decided to give you a kiss on the cheek

You were actually still awake and despite your boyfriends more than accommodating care-

You will be teasing him tomorrow using this instance

Overall I’d give Frank a 9/10

‘He is the worlds most perfect man’

Hazel Levesque

Have you seen her lead the other Roman’s as praetor and even before then ? Yea she’s getting you bundled up and fed

No ifs or buts

This is how she is overall but if you try being stubborn she genuinely doesn’t see why you would be

Like why wouldn’t you want to get better??

Also please don’t sneak out to the weaponry or something because she literally CANT give you special treatment 😭

Despite her seemingly tough demeanor, she really is a fool for you

Not actually- but miss girl is smitten with you

So she sort of takes it easy, occasionally finding her voice and scolding you as lightly as she can

She tries her best to treat you but eventually gets advice and help from others in camp who know more than she does

She ofc knows the basics: consume vitamin c, rest, drink medicine, etc

But she can’t be too sure

I also honestly think she’s way better than Nico, because I didn’t include it but he definitely got some wayward damned spirit to help him out

But not her

Not that that’s bad, but she’s definitely more capable

I do think she bumbled a bit

She had ordered some other campers who specialized in healing to help her out

Before then, she had been taking care of you herself

So when they get there and see her sort of make shift stuff- she’s a bit embarrassed

Yknow, if the blush on her cheeks are anything to go by

Because we’ve already established that she’s better than Nico, I’ll give her a 8/10

Because she’s really good at taking care of you, really caring overall

But 🤷

Jason Grace

Best way to say how he is at taking care of you is mediocre

He isn’t constantly attentive but just the right amount that you feel like it’s enough

Esprit he’s busy with the school he’s attending- then he’ll have to sneak out just to see you and take care of you

If school isn’t in session then he’s more than happy to go over and take care of things for you

Like doing chores, cooking food and actually taking care of you

Doesn’t mind all that much if you try to resist being treated because it’s likely that he’s encountered people who are WAY worse

Ik this is him supposed to be taking care of you but I think it’d be so funny that you’re just constantly in and out of consciousness that you only remember small snippets

In which Jason has to fill in for you and all you remember is Jason in the distance

Pretty out of place but the idea of it is so funny to me 😭

Imagine being so kind and your s/o not remembering any of it

You’d still believe him though, why should you?

Also I said it’s mid but like mid leaning good so I’ll give him a 6/10

Not that he was terrible or anything but just because I feel like it suits him

Idk 😭

Piper Mcclean

THE BEST IM NOT EXAGGERATING

The medicine- eating- cooking part is alright

It isn’t much different from the others averages and not much to take note of in all honesty

But what is really the cherry on top is when after having a mind splitting headache- you’ve finally managed to fall asleep

Being a demigod and all- you immediately hear when Piper enters the room

Each creak the floor board gives continued until Piper has reached the end of the bed

Not that it’s disturbing you in anyway

So there you are snuggled in bed and you feel a weight added next to you where the bed is pushing down

You feel hands massaging your scalp and Piper -knowing how you’ve suffered with head pain- starts to sing for you

It isn’t unknown or unheard of to sing for someone to heal (demigod or non demigod wise)

So when you immediately start to feel better you can feel your would ascending into the heavens

Not actually- because that’d be the opposite affect of the singing but you get what I’m going for

Anyway aside from that she’s really attentive and sweet but I just had that idea come to me strongly idk why

Overall id rate her a 7/10

That’s because her singing is divine but her caring aspect is mediocre

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano x F!Reader (for the first half)

Literally legendary at taking care of you

Although she is a bit of a dictator when it comes to you being slippery and running off- it’s still pretty great

She was praetor for how long now? Yea a while so she was bound to have learned some things and after joing the hunters it’s only more reason to

Which if you’re a hunter and sick (only confusing but let’s go with it) you need to get your health back up to be in optimal fighting condition so theres literally no room for being stubborn

You need to get well soon and that’s an order basically

So Reyna will bundle you up, (though seeing as you’re more than happy to be cooperative) its only done to make you warm

(Gn! Reader but still platonic)

Now if this is while Reyna is praetor then she’s still enforced this strict persona

And seeing as she’s here taking care of you-

That’s only more reason to

Unfortunately she won’t really have time (seeing that being praetor is really unsustainable long term with the loss of sleep and sleep schedule changes)

But when she does her presence is soothing and likely the only reason you were able to actually get well pretty fast

I don’t have much besides she knows what she’s doing (likely has gotten stupid colds form stress) and is really serious about it

Would give her a 9.5/10 but I’ll change it to a 10/10 because of how fast you recover

A/n: req was originally only asking for Nico but I said why not do the other 9

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Daughter of the Sea (Annabeth Chase x Jackson!Reader) - Chapter 5

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Once (Y/n) gets over the fact that her brother's former Latin teacher was a horse, they have a nice tour, though she is careful not to walk behind him. She and Percy had done the pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times, and she did not trust Chiron's back end the way I trusted his front.

The two pass the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudge each other; one of them points to the Minotaur horn (Y/n) is carrying. Another says, "That's her!"

Most of the campers were older than (Y/n). Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. (Y/n) wasn't normally shy, but the way they stared at her makes her uncomfortable. (Y/n) feels like they are expecting her to do a flip or something.

(Y/n) looks back at the farmhouse. It's bigger than she expected, about four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. (Y/n) is looking at the brass eagle weather vane on top when something catches her eye, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and (Y/n) gets the distinct impression she is being watched.

"What's up there?" (Y/n) asks Chiron.

He looks where I am pointing, and his smile fades. "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives up there?" (Y/n) asks curiously.

"No," he says with finality. "Not a single living thing."

(Y/n) gets the feeling that he's being truthful. But she is also sure that something had moved the curtain.

"Come along, (Y/n)," Chiron says, his lighthearted tone now a little forced. "Lots to see."

They walked through the strawberry fields, where campers are picking bushels of berries while a satyr plays a tune on a reed pipe.

Chiron tells (Y/n) that the camp grows a nice crop for export to New York restaurants and Mount

Olympus. "It pays our expenses," he explains. "And the strawberries take almost no effort." He also explains now Mr. D - sir (Y/n) thinks with an eye-roll - made fruit-bearing plants: they grow like crazy when he is around. It worked best with wine grapes, but Mr. Dis restricted from growing those, so they grow strawberries instead. \

(Y/n) watches the saytr playing his pipe. His music is causing lines of bugs to leave the strawberry patch in every direction, like refugees fleeing a fire. (Y/n) wonders if Grover could do the same kind of magic with his music; then she wonders if Grover is still inside the farmhouse, getting chewed out by Mr. D.

"Grover won't be in too much trouble, will he?" (Y/n) asks Chiron. "I mean, he was a good protecto -" her voice trails off.

Chiron sighs, shedding his tweed jacket and drapes it over his back like a saddle. "Grover has big dreams, (Y/n). Perhaps bigger than are reasonable. To reach his goal, he must first demonstrate great courage by succeeding as a keeper, finding a new camper and bringing them safely to Half-Blood Hill."

"But he -"

Chiron sighs again. "It is not my place to judge. Dionysus and the Council of Cloven Elders must decide. I'm afraid they might not see this assignment as a success. After all, Grover lost Per- your brother in New York. Then there's the unfortunate . . . ah . . . fate of your mother and brother. Also the fact that Grover was unconscious when you dragged him over the property line. The council might question whether this shows any courage on Grover's part."

"He'll get a second chance, won't he?"

Chiron winces. "I'm afraid that was Grover's second chance, (Y/n). The council was not anxious to give him another, either, after what happened the first time, five years ago. Olympus knows, I advised him to wait longer before trying again. He's still so small for his age . . ."

"How old is he?" (Y/n) asks.

"Oh, twenty-eight."

"What!" (Y/n) looks at the centaur, eyes wide. "And he's in sixth grade?"

"Satyrs mature half as fast as humans, (Y/n). Grover has been the equivalent of a middle school student for the past six years."

"That's horrible."

"Quite," Chiron agrees. "At any rate, Grover is a late bloomer, even by satyr standards, and not yet very accomplished at woodland magic. Alas, he was anxious to pursue his dream. Perhaps now he will find some other career . . ."

"That's not fair," (Y/n) replies. "What happened the first time? Was it really so bad?"

Chiron looks away quickly. "Let's move along, shall we?"

"Chiron?" (Y/n) asks after a moment of silence. "If the gods and Olympus are real . . ."

"Yes, child?"

"Does that mean the Underworld is real, too?"

Chiron's expression darkens. "Yes, child." He pauses, as if choosing his words carefully. "Tehre is a place where spirits go after death. But for now . . . until we know more . . . I would urge you to put tha out of your mind."

"What do you mean, 'until we know more'?"

"Come, (Y/n). Let's see the woods."

As they move closer, (Y/n) realizes how huge the forest is. It takes up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans.

Chiron says, "The woods are stocked, if you care to try your luck, but go armed.

"Stocked with what?" (Y/n) asks. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own sword and shield?"

"My own-"

"No," Chiron says. "I don't suppose you do. I think a size five will do. I'll visit the armory later."

(Y/n) wants to ask what kind of summer camp has an armory, but there is too much else to think about, so the tour continues. (Y/n) sees the archery range, the canoeing lake, the stables - which Chiron didn't seem to like very much - the javelin range, the sing-along amphitheater, and the area where Chiron said they held sword and spear fights.

"Sword and spear fights?" (Y/n) asks.

"Cabin challenges and all that," he explains. "Not lethal. Usually. Oh, yes, and there's the mess hall." Chiron points to an outdoor pavilion framed in white Grecian column on a hill overlooking the sea. There are a dozen stone picnic tables. No roof. No walls.

"What do you do when it rains?" (Y/n) asks.

Chiron looks at her as if she'd gone a little weird. "We still have to eat, don't we?"

(Y/n) decides to drop the subject.

Finally, he shows (Y/n) the cabins. There are twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They are arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on either side. And they are without a doubt the most bizarre collection of buildings (Y/n) had ever seen.

Except for the fact that each has a brass number on the door - odds on the left, evens on the right - they look absolutely nothing alike. Number Nine has smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number Four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seemed to be nade of solid gold, which gleams so much in teh sunlight it is almost impossible to look at. They all face a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops - which was more (Y/n)'s speed.

In the center of the field is a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it is a warm afternoon, the hearth smolders. A girl about nine years old is tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick. The girl looks up, meeting (Y/n)'s gaze, and (Y/n)'s waves, smiling slightly.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, look like his-and-hers

mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin One is the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmers like a hologram, so that from different angles, lightning bolts seemed to streak across them. Cabin Two is more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls are carved with images of peacocks.

"Zeus and Hera?" (Y/n) guesses.

"Correct," Chiron replies.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Several of them are. That's true. No one ever stays in One or Two."

Okay. So each cabin has a different god, like a mascot. Twelve cabins for the twelve Olympians. But why would some be empty?

(Y/n) stops in front of the first cabin on the left, Cabin Three.

It isn't high and mighty like Cabin One, but long, low, and solid. The outer walls are of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashell and coral, as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor. (Y/n) peeks in the open doorway and Chiron says, "Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

Before he can pull (Y/n) back, she catches the salty scent of the interior, like the wind on the shore at Montauk. There are six empty bunk beds with silken sheets turned down. But there is no sign anyone had ever slept there. The place feels so sad and lonely, (Y/n) is glad when Chiron puts a gentle hand on her shoulder and says, "Come along, (Y/n)."

Most of the other cabins are crowded with campers.

Number Five is bright rad - a really nasty paint job, as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof is lined with barbed wire; a stuffed wild boar's head hangs over the doorway, it's eyes seeming to follow (Y/n). Inside she can see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both boys and girls, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blares. The loudest is a girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen. She wears a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroes in on (Y/n) and gives her an evil sneer. She reminds (Y/n) of how Percy had described Nancy Bobofit, though the camper girl seems much bigger and tougher than Percy had described, and her hair is long and stringy, and brown instead of red.

(Y/n) keeps walking, trying to stay clear of Chiron's hooves. "We haven't seen any other centaurs," (Y/n) observes.

"No," says Chiron sadly. "My kinsmen are a wild and barbaric folk, I'm afraid. You might

encounter them in the wilderness, or at major sporting events. But you won't see any here."

"You said your name was Chiron. Are you really . . . "

He smiles down at me.

"The Chiron from the stories? Trainer of Hercules and all that?

"Yes, (Y/n), I am."

"So are you . . . immortal?" (Y/n) asks.

Chiron looks at (Y/n), before he nods. "Sort of. You see, the gods granted my wish. I could continue the work I loved. I could be a teacher of heroes as long as humanity needed me. I gained much from that wish . . . and I gave up much. But I'm still here, so I can only assume I'm still needed."

"Doesn't it ever get boring?"

"No, no," he replies. "Horribly depressing at times, but never boring."

"Why depressing?"

Chiron seems to turn hard of hearing again. "Oh look," he says. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

. . .

The blonde girl (Y/n) had met at the Big House is reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, Number Eleven."

When (Y/n) and Chiron reach her, she looks over (Y/n) critically, as if she is still thinking about how much (Y/n) drooled.

(Y/n) tries to see what she's reading, but she can't make out the title. (Y/n) thinks that her dyslexia is acting up; then (Y/n) realizes that the title isn't even English. The letters look Greek to (Y/n). Like, literally Greek. There are pictures of temples and statues and different types of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth," Chiron says, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take (Y/n) from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin Eleven," Chiron tells me, gesturing towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, Eleven looks the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. The threshold is worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway is a caduceus - a winged pole with two snakes wrapped around it.

Inside, it is packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags are spread all over the floor. It looks like gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron doesn't go in; the door is too low for him. But when the campers see him, they all stand and bow respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron says. "Good luck (Y/n), I'll see you at dinner."

He gallops away towards the archery range.

(Y/n) stands at the doorway, looking at the kids. She smiles shyly, and one of the kids, a tall boy with curly brown hair, waves in reply.

Annabeth announces, "(Y/n) Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" someone asks.

(Y/n) doesn't know what to say, but Annabeth replies, "Undetermined."

Everyone groans, and (Y/n) shifts uncomfortably.

A guy who is a little older than the rest comes forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, (Y/n). You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

The guy is about nineteen. He is tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He is wearing an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different-colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance is a thick white scar that runs from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

"This is Luke," Annabeth says, her voice sounding different somehow. (Y/n) glances over and she swears Annabeth is blushing. Annabeth sees (Y/n) looking, and her expression hardens again. "He's your counselor for now."

"Until I'm claimed?" (Y/n)'s voice is questioning, and Luke nods, looking impressed.

"You're undetermined," Luke explains. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin Eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

(Y/n) glances around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing her as if they are waiting for a chance to pick her pockets.

"Come on," Annabeth rests a hand on (Y/n)'s upper arm. "I'll show you the volleyball court," her tone is gentle.

. . .

"Monsters don't die, (Y/n). They can be killed. But they don't die."

(Y/n) nods, thinking quickly. "So they're immortal too?"

Annabeth nods. "They don't have souls, like you and me. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they re-form."

(Y/n) thinks about the dream she'd had about Percy stabbing the demon. "So if you stabbed one with a sword -"

"The Fur . . . I mean, your brother's math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. He just made her very mad."

"How'd you know about that?" (Y/n) asks.

"You talk in your sleep," Annabeth replies and (Y/n) flushes.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' tortures, right?

Annabeth glances nervously at the ground, as if she expects it to open up and swallow her. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all."

(Y/n) goes silent for a moment. "Why do I have to stay in Cabin Eleven?"

"It depends on who your parents are," Annabeth replies. "Or . . . your parent." She stares at her, waiting for (Y/n) to get it.

"My mom i - was Sally Jackson," (Y/n) replies. "She worked at the candy store in Grand Central Station."

"I'm sorry about your mom, (Y/n). But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead. I never knew him," (Y/n) replies.

Annabeth sighs, but she doesn't look angry. Clearly she'd had the conversion with other kids. "Your father's not dead, (Y/n)."

"He's a god?" (Y/n) guesses.

Before Annabeth can reply, a husky voice yells, "Well! A newbie!"

(Y/n) looks over. The big girl from the red cabin is sauntering towards us. She has three other girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighs. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," the big girl says. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

(Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

"Erre es korakas!" Annabeth says, which (Y/n) somehow understands is Greek for 'Go to the crows!' though she has a feeling it is worse than it sounds. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse says, but her eye twitches. Perhaps Clarisse isn't sure she can follow through on the threat. She then turns towards (Y/n). "Who's this little runt?"

"(Y/n) Jackson," Annabeth says, "meet Clarisse, daughter of Ares."

(Y/n) blinks. "The war god?" (Y/n) replies.

Clarisse sneers. "You got a problem with that?" she questions.

"No," (Y/n) replies, recovering her wits. "It just explains the bad smell."

Clarisse grows. "We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, (Mean/Nickname)."

"(Y/n)," she replies coldly.

"Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."

"Clarisse -" Annabeth tries to say.

"Stay out of it, wise girl."

Annabeth looks pained, but she does stay out of it, and (Y/n) doesn't really want her help. She was the new kid. She needed to earn her own rep.

(Y/n) hands Annabeth the Minotaur horn and rises to her feet.

The next thing she knows, Clarisse had grabbed (Y/n) by the neck and is dragging her towards a cinder-block building that she immediately guesses is the bathroom.

(Y/n) goes limp, remembering how dead weight was harder to carry, but Clarisse has hands like iron. She drags (Y/n) into the girls' bathroom. There are a line of toilets on one side and a line of shower stalls on the other. It smells just like any other public bathroom, and (Y/n) is thinking - as much as she could with Clarisse ripping out her hair - is that if this place belonged to the gods, they should be able to afford a classier bathroom.

Clarisse's friends are laughing and (Y/n) tries to find the strength she'd used to fight the Minotaur, but it isn't there.

"Like she's 'Big Three' material," Clarisse says as she pushes (Y/n) toward one of the toilets. "Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid looking." Clarisse's friends snicker.

Annabeth stands in the corner, watching through her fingers.

Clarisse bends me over on my knees and starts pushing (Y/n)'s head towards the toilet bowl. It reeks like rusted pipes and sewage; she strains to keep her head up. (Y/n) is looking at the scummy water, thinking, I won't go in there. I won't.

Then something happens. (Y/n) feels a tugging in the pit of her stomach. Plumbing rumbles, the pipes shudder. Clarisse's grip on my hair loosens. Water shoots out of the toilet, making a arc straight over her head, and the next thing (Y/n) knows, she's sprawled on the bathroom tile with Clarisse screaming behind her.

(Y/n) turns just as water blasts out of the toilet again, hitting Clarisse straight in the face to hard it pushes her down onto her butt. The water stays on her like the spray from a fire hose, pushing her backwards into a shower stall. Clarisse struggles, gasping, and her friends start coming towards her. But then, the other toilets explode too, and six more streams of toilet water blasts them back. The showers act up, too, and together, the fixtures spray the camouflage girls right out of the bathroom, spinning around them like pieces of garbage being washed away.

As soon as they are out the door, (Y/n) feels the tug in her gut lessen, and the water shuts off as quickly as it had started.

The entire bathroom is flooded; Annabeth hadn't been spared. She is dripping wet, but she hadn't been pushed out the door. She is standing in exactly the same place, staring at (Y/n) in shock.

(Y/n) looks down and realizes that she is sitting in the only dry spot in the whole room. There is a circle of dry floor around her. She doesn't have one drop of water on her clothes. Nothing. She stands up, her legs shaking.

"How did you . . ." Annabeth falters.

"I don't know," (Y/n) replies, staring around at the we bathroom.

They walk out the door. Outside, Clarisse and her friends are sprawled in the mud, and a bunch of other campers had gathered around to gawk. Clarisse's hair is flattened across her face. Her camouflage jacket is sopping and she smells like sewage. She gives (Y/n) a look of absolute hatred. "You are dead, new girl. You are totally dead."

"Maybe you should watch your mouth," (Y/n) replies steadily, meeting the Ares camper's gaze. "Unless you'd like to gargle toilet water again."

Her friends have to hold her back. They drag her towards Cabin Five, while teh other campers make way to avoid her flailing feet.

Annabeth stares at (Y/n); and (Y/n) can't tell whether Annabeth is just grossed out or angry at (Y/n) for dousing her.

"What?" (Y/n) asks. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," she replies, "that I want you on my team for Capture the Flag."

. . .

Word of the bathroom incident spreads immediately. Wherever (Y/n) goes, campers point at her and murmur something about toilet water. Or maybe they are just staring at Annabeth, who is still dripping wet.

Annabeth shows (Y/n) a few more places: the metal shop, the arts-and-crafts room, and teh climbing wall, which actually consists of two facing walls that shake violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough.

Finally, they reach the canoeing lake, where the trail leads back to the cabins.

"I've got training to do," Annabeth says flatly. "Dinner's at seven thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."

"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets," (Y/n) says.

"Whatever," the blonde replies.

"I didn't do it on purpose," (Y/n) says, and had come to the conclusion that this had been her fault, though she hadn't known how she'd become one with the plumbing.

"You need to talk to the Orcale," Annabeth says.

"Who?" (Y/n) asks.

"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron."

(Y/n) stares into the lake, wishing somebody would give her a straight answer for once. She isn't expecting for anybody to be looking back at her from the bottom, so (Y/n)'s heart skips a beat when she notices two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about five meters below. They are wearing blue jeans and shimmering green t-shirts, and their brown hair floats loose around their shoulders as minnows dart in and out. They smile and wave as if (Y/n) is a long-lost friend.

"Don't encourage them," Annabeth warns. "Naiads are terrible flirts."

"Naiads," (Y/n) repeats, feeling completely overwhelmed.

Annabeth watches as (Y/n) visibly sags against the pier railing, the (H/c) haired girl crossing her arms and leaning against the railing.

"(Y/n)," Annabeth says, and (Y/n) looks over at the blonde. "This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?" (Y/n) replies.

"I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human."

"Demigods," (Y/n) guesses.

Annabeth nods. "Your father isn't dead, (Y/n). He's one of the Olympians."

"Who's your parent?" (Y/n) asks vaguely, but Annabeth seems to understand.

"Cabin Six. Athena. Goddess of Wisdom and Battle."

"And my dad?" (Y/n) questions, though she knew the answer.

"Undeterminded," Annabeth replies, "like I told you. Nobody knows."

"My mother knew," (Y/n) says, turning her head to look back over the lake.

Annabeth gives her a cautious look, as though she didn't want to burst (Y/n)'s bubble. "Maybe you're right. Maybe he'll send a sign. That's the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a sign claiming you as his daughter. Sometimes it happens."

"And sometimes it doesn't?" (Y/n) guesses.

Annabeth runs her palm along the rail. "The gods are busy. They have a lot of kids and they don't always... Well, sometimes they don't care about us, (Y/n). They ignore us."

(Y/n) thinks about some of the kids she'd seen in the Hermes cabin, teenagers who looked sullen and depressed, as if they were waiting for a call that would never come.

"So I'm stuck here," (Y/n) says. "That's it? For the rest of my life?"

"It depends," Annabeth replies. "Some campers only stay the summer. If you're a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, you're probably not a real powerful force. The monsters might ignore you, so you can get by with a few months of summer training and live in the mortal world the rest of the year. But for some of us, it's too dangerous to leave. We're year-rounders. In the mortal world, we attract monsters. They sense us. They come to challenge us. Most of the time, they'll ignore us until we're old enough to cause trouble – about ten or eleven years old – but after that most demigods either make their way here, or they get killed off. A few manage to survive in the outside world and become famous. Believe me, if I told you the names, you'd know them. Some don't even realize they're demigods. But very, very few are like that."

"So monsters can't get in here?" (Y/n) asks.

Annabeth shakes her head. "Not unless they're intentionally stocked in the woods or specially summoned by somebody on the inside."

"Why would anyone want to summon a monster?" (Y/n) questions.

"Practice fights. Practical jokes."

"Practical jokes?" (Y/n) echoes.

"The point is, the borders are sealed to keep mortals and monsters out. From the outside, mortals look into the valley and see nothing unusual, just a strawberry farm."

"So . . . you're a year-rounder?" (Y/n) asks.

Annabeth nods; from under the collar of her T-shirt she pulls a leather necklace with five clay beads of different colors. It is just like Luke's, except Annabeth's also has a big gold ring strung on it, like a college ring.

"I've been here since I was seven," Annabeth says. "Every August, on the last day of summer session, you get a bead for surviving another year. I've been here longer than most of the counselors, and they're all in college."

"Why'd you come so young?" (Y/n) wonders aloud.

Annabeth twists the ring on her necklace. "None of your business," Annabeth says harshly, but she softens when (Y/n) flinches at the harsh tone.

"So . . ." (Y/n) changes the subject, "I could just walk out of here right now if I wanted to?"

"It would be suicide, but you could, with Mr. D's or Chiron's permission. But they wouldn't give permission until the end of the summer session unless . . .

"Unless?" (Y/n) asks.

"You were granted a quest. But that hardly ever happens. The last time . . ." Her voice trails off, and (Y/n) can tell from her tone that the last time hadn't gone well.

"Back in the sick room," (Y?n) says. "When you were feeding me that stuff -"

"Ambrosia."

"Yeah," (Y/n) continues. "You asked me something about the summer solstice."

Annabeth's shoulders tense. "So you do know something?"

"Well . . . no," (Y/n) replies. "Um, I had a dream. My brother, Percy, overheard Grover and Chriron talking about it. Grover mentioned the summer solstice. He said something about running out of time, because of the deadline. What did that mean? Was the dream real?"

Annabeth nods. "Demigods have dreams that are usually true. I wish I knew what it meant. Chiron and the satyrs, they know, but they won't ell me. Something is wrong in Olympus, something pretty major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal."

"You've been to Olympus?" (Y/n) asks.

"Some of us year-rounders - Luke, Clarisse, I and a few others - we took a field trip during winter solstice. That's when the gods have their big annual council."

"But . . . how do you get there?"

"The Long Island Railroad, of course. You get off at Penn Station, Empire State Building, special elevator to the six-hundredth floor." She looks at (Y/n) like she is sure that (Y/n) should know this already. "You are a New Yorker, right?"

"Oh, sure." As far as (Y/n) knows, there are only a hundred and two floors in the Empire State Building, but she decides not to point that out.

"Right after we visited," Annabeth continues, "the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. A couple of times since, I've overheard satyrs talking. The best I can figure out is that something important was stolen. And if it isn't returned by summer solstice, there's going to be trouble. When you came, I was hoping... I mean – Athena can get along with just about anybody, except for Ares. And of course she's got the rivalry with Poseidon. But, I mean, aside from that, I thought we could work together. I thought you might know something."

(Y/n) shakes her head. "I'm sorry I don't know more."

Annabeth looks surprised at (Y/n)'s genuine apology.

Barbecue smoke is coming from somewhere nearby. Annabeth must've heard (Y/n)'s stomach growl. She tells (Y/n) to go on, she'd catch her later. (Y/n) leaves the daughter of Athena on the pier, tracing her finger across the rail as if drawing up a battle plan.

Word Count: 5098 words

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captaintuggeroferebor · 5 years ago

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the one with the Witch and the Saytr

You smiled, shaking your head fondly at the sight of Orak and Sophie leaving the building for yet another date. The sound of the door opening had made you pause in your typing, letting out a chuckle when you saw the Orc swing her around in his arms before they continued down the street.

The smile turned into a smirk when you thought back to the signs, the premonition that had come to you the morning she had found Taco. You had seen yourself not answering her call and telling her you didn’t know who Taco belonged to.

Premonitions always had a purpose. Only the foolish would deny them or try to challenge them; awful things had happened to Witches who didn’t follow their premonitions.

Your eyes flickered to the clock on the wall and you sighed, standing as you turned the computer off, needing some coffee and a distraction from opening the other apartment buildings you owned. There had been a few setbacks with the contractors, all leading to more and more headaches for you.

The leaves were just beginning to change, the Earth settling into colder weather after Mabon, and now as Samhain approached the thinning of veil between all the worlds made everything seem all the colder to you.

You thanked the gods the ability to see spirits was not common among your line.

After snatching up your phone and grabbing your hand sewn coat, you stepped out of the bottom level of the apartment complex straight into your garden. It had been necessary to have one but also attracted more and more people to your building.

Everything in the small space grew better, making your decision to allow a Pagan into the building a no brainer.

Your herbs had never been more potent and easier to put into potions.

Even if Pagans and Witches didn’t have a particularly…kind past.

The walk to the coffee shop wasn’t a long one, but it lead you through the more cozier parts of the city. Past the elementary school, the seaside pub, and the auto shop that had just been put it; you dreaded the day it got as busy as the inner parts of the city.

The coffee shop was lopsided, the shapes wonky and out of place, held together by golden lines of magyck and your face lit up when you stepped into the bustling place. People were nearly backed out the door, Elves, humans, Orcs, and several others.

It appealed to all and was your favorite place in the-

You groaned in exasperation when you realized which barista was working the bar then turned it into a cough when the Orc in front of you gave you a strange look.

The barista’s name tag read Los and he had always annoyed you; his puns and sassy comebacks grated on your nerves in just the right way to set you on edge. Which only made the situation worse. Because you had worked customer service jobs for years and didn’t want to bet hat customer, you never wanted to be that person.

But Los…just.

You suddenly had the urge to scream; you had enough problems right now without throwing him into the mix.

After getting to the front of the line and ordering, you went to wait for your drink, praying to the Gods that Los would somehow not notice you.

But of course he did his moss green eyes narrowed before smirking in your direction. You had committed yourself to the right hand path of magyck, but the look on his handsome, open looking face made you reconsider it.

He moved with efficiency, you begrudgingly told yourself despite the urge to hiss at thinking that. Los wasn’t too tall, only a few inches taller than you, his body lean and lanky. The horns on his head started just above and forward of his ears, curling around twice and giving him a menacing look.

Well, when he wasn’t wearing the polo and apron, you amended.

That did take away from it.

Los called your name, his voice mellow and pleasant. That was, until your fingers touched and his face split into the most self serving grin as he said, “Got a bit of resting Witch face without your coffee.”

He winked.

And you did you best not to storm out of the coffee shop like an angry child.

You had already stomped halfway back to your apartment when you realized there was something written on the cup, something you had nearly mistaken for the rune tattoos on your knuckles.

His number was written there, along with a winking face.

You were definitely considering the left hand path now.

“We could get some boos tonight.”

You stopped typing and made a face so ridiculous at the wall, knowing that Los would have laughed had he seen it; you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

“Oh but I did,” Los laughed on the other end now, low and pleasant.

You shook your head, returning to your typing. “I hate you and your stupid puns, you know that.”

“Do you hate me? Or is it you just wanna put me in my place?” he asked, his tone far too sickly sweet to be anywhere near innocent.

The week or so you had been texting back and forth had progressed pretty quickly to phone calls, following the fact that Los had made one too many kitchen puns while sending you pictures of him cooking something absolutely awful and you hadn’t been able to stop yourself.

You called to tell him why he was an idiot and in how many ways he was an idiot. Which only made him laugh and you hated to admit it, he then made you laugh as well.

Now he called you whenever he could.

But his words, the struck a cord with you and you felt yourself grow warm and crossed your legs.

“And if I did?” you asked.

You could hear the smile and heat in his voice when he spoke. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it, after a few drinks. Tonight at the pub?”

“I’ll be there.”

The kiss was hungry, sloppy in the best way. You and Los stumbled towards his car, the alcohol in your system making your skin hot, too hot. Your tattoos glowed in the moonlight and when you pulled apart your shirt.

He gasped, looking at you like you were the most powerful and beautiful thing he had ever seen. “Gonna put me in my place?”

His dark curls were strewn about his head, green eyes bright, pupils slitted horizontally and blow wide. The button up shirt he wore was mused from where you had been pulling him, the fabric tight over his arms in the best way. Your glowing eyes traced over his features, the arch his nose, and his down turned ears.

You spun him around, grinning when he let out a gasp as you unlocked the door and turned him again, pushing him into the seat.

“Stay.” you commanded, a rush of magyck flowing from your fingertips.

A simple spell that didn’t require words, and no one would see or hear you for a time.

Los looked up at you, licking his lips. You sank to your knees, running your fingers through the thick fur on his legs. He twitched, hooves scraping against the ground, but stopped when you shot him a look.

“Good boy.”

He shuddered at the praise and you bit your lip, fingers curling around his cock, spreading the precum that dribbled from the tip, stroking him slowly. Los whined at that, hips thrusting up in an attempt to get more friction.

You squeezed hard, causing him to yelp. “No, we’re gonna do this at my speed. Not yours.”

He looked like he wanted to disobey but then let out a needy noise, nostrils flaring.

All of that defiance disappeared when you moved your hand again, a few more times before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, sucking. Just enough.

Los fell back against the seat. His head thumped against the seat, a desperate, low noise came from his mouth.

“Please,” he begged hoarsely.

You quirked a brow before waiting a moment, wanting to drag out his torture for just a little longer.

His hooves scraped against the ground again, the muscles in his legs and stomach jumped as he stopped himself from thrusting upward.

Without warning you swallowed his length, the thrumming between your legs intensifying at his yell of surprise and then the long, drawn out moan he let out. You kept your eyes on him as you pulled back, using your hand in a corkscrew motion; a hum coming from your mouth at the sight of him desperately clawing at the leather beneath his hands.

“Fuck, please, don’t stop,” Los babbled.

You bobbed your head, running your other hand through the thick fur on his legs.

It wasn’t long before he couldn’t help but to thrust upward into your mouth, fingers digging into the leather now, and you let out a moan of your own at his desperation.

That only spurred him on and that was enough to make you pull back, ignoring his begging.

You pulled him up and out of the car slow by his shirt, your lips connected in a lewd, downright filthy way, neither of you caring about the finesse of it anymore. With your free hand you unzipped your skirt before breaking the kiss, the two of you panting, but not pulling back.

Your forehead pressed against his, voice hoarse and absolutely wrecked when you spoke. “You’re gonna bend me over and fuck me.”

“Fast or slow,” he leaned forward, nipping at you bottom lip.

You nearly growled. “Fast.”

Los shoved your skirt down and spun you around, a hand on your back forcing you to bend over, your hands braced on the back seat. You let out a whine when he rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, spreading your arousal around. A small whine escaped you when he brushed against your swollen, neglected clit.

He groaned, “If this is what bossing me around does to you…you can do it all the time.”

You didn’t get a chance to comment on that, he slammed into you in one smooth stroke and you let out a scream at the pain and pleasure. It had been so long it burned as his girth stretched you, the sting only made you crave release all the more.

There was no chance to brace yourself, your body jerking forward each time he thrusted back into you, only seconds after he pulled out. Your legs shook as he hit just the right spot each time as pleasure jolted through you.

Los didn’t slow down, his hands gripped your hips hard enough that he would leave a mark. You couldn’t stop the noises coming from your mouth anymore, head hanging as you simply tried to stay standing, the desperate whimpers and sighs were the only thing you could get out.

He leaned over, breath hot on your neck, hips jerking as his fur covered legs pressed against yours. One of his hands left your waist, moving to your clit and rubbed it in hard, fast circles.

“Fuck, Los,” you cried out, legs threatening to collapse as the pleasure rushed over you and you came hard and fast.

You only stayed standing because Los refused to let you collapse, the tightening of your walls around him was too much. His hips jerked forward a few more times and he cried out your name, warm seed spilling inside you, filling you.

Los’ hands were gentle when he pulled out of you, turning you around to press his lips to yours sweetly. “I’ll follow your lead anytime.”

“You said that,” you kissed him again. Then, after a moment, you frowned. “We’d better get out of here, my spell will wear off soon.”

“Round two at my place?”

“Hmm.” you chose not to answer the question, other biting you lip as you shimmied your skirt back up your hips.

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waiting4inspiration · 4 years ago

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The Melody (Sigurd x Satyr!Reader)

Summary: Sigurd goes to the woods to play in oud in peace, but his music attracts a creature he’s never seen before.

Warnings: fluff, a bit short, I haven’t written for Sigurd in a loooong time, mythical creatures

Word Count: 1,904

7K Mythical Creatures Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

The only place Sigurd can go to play his oud in peace is the woods. There, he won’t be annoyed by Ivar, teased by him, or anything like that. He’d be in complete silence and alone. Sometimes, that’s the best thing.

When he finds a place, a small clearing in the forest where he can situate himself on a fallen log. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure he’s alone as he pulls out the instrument he brought with him, he looks down at the strings and bites his lip as he thinks about which song he should play.

Thinking he’ll start with a simple song to warm his fingers up. And as he strums and picks the strings, he’s unaware that his melody is heard by something else in the woods.

You hear the music while searching for fruits to eat, the sound making your ears perk up and turn to find the direction it’s coming from. Turning your head over your shoulder in the direction you hear it, you feel a small smile growing on your face as you slowly place the basket of fruits you’ve collected on the ground.

You wish to follow the sound, but it is dangerous. You know what lives outside the woods, you know humans would not react to your appearance as they would to their own kind. Still, the serene melody makes you take one small step forward with you hooved foot. With the other, you push the fruit-filled basket under the bush to hide it from any other animals that might wish to steal your breakfast from you.

With timid steps, you follow the music, smiling when it changes to something more joyous. And before you know it, you’re standing a few feet away from the oud player, the one making the music. The human.

Your eyes glance down to his legs when his foot starts tapping a beat. A normal foot, unlike yours. Glancing down at them, you shift in your spot and end up making the bush behind you rustle. That, in turn, makes the music stop and your head snaps up, your eyes meeting those of the music player.

His eyes grow wide at the sight of someone standing in the distance, and his mouth falls when he stares at your legs. Goat legs.

Your appearance isn’t appealing, you know that. All you have to cover yourself is a shirt you found discarded a long time ago and a piece of cloth you use to wrap around your waist so it hangs over the top half of your legs like a skirt. But it’s not enough to hide the brown-furred legs you were born with.

And you’ve made no attempt to hide the horns growing out the top of your head or the non-human ears that helped you find him.

His stare makes you take a step back, but he quickly stands to his feet and places the oud to the side on the log. “I won’t hurt you,” he gently says as he holds up his hands in defeat, to show you he means you no harm.

Still, you take another step backward and steady yourself on your hooves, your movement making the man’s eyes drop to your legs again. Meanwhile, your eyes move over to the instrument you saw him holding and frown. How could such a thing make such a beautiful sound?

He catches you staring at the oud, turns to look back at it before picking it up again. “You heard me playing?” he softly asks, holding out the instrument to entice you to come closer.

And it works.

Nodding your head to answer his question, your eyes fall from his face to the strings. They remind you of spiderwebs and you wonder if they feel the same. He must have such a delicate touch if he does not break the strings when he plays this instrument.

“I didn’t think anyone would be here,” he whispers, his eyes not caught on your face after following the path of your horns there.

You simply glance up at him through your eyelashes as you stand in front of him. Then, you look down at the instrument again, your hand slowly reaching out to touch it. You know it’s wood and you know the touch of wood very well. But the feeling of it being smooth, how you imagine water to feel like if your hand didn’t plunge into it when you reach out for it, makes a bright smile grow on your face.

“Do you know how to play the oud?” he asks, still not knowing if you even understand him.

He watches your fingers move to the strings, a laugh leaving you lips when you touch it makes his eyes snap up to your face and a smile grows on his lips.

The strings are definitely not made of spiderwebs and you laugh at your silly thoughts that it could have been. “You play,” you whisper, taking him by surprise and making his heart skip a small beat.

As you lift your head and your eyes up to him, you notice the slit in his one eyes, how the black doesn’t form a circle like the other, how you’ve seen yours be like in your reflection in the waters. It’s something different, something unique. Interesting.

He smiles, nods his head and walks back to the log to sit on it again. You follow him, sit beside him and stare at his hands. One on the stem of the instrument, pressing down on specific strings as the other plucks them, creating the sound that brought you here.

The song he plays is gentle, calming, almost like a ballad. And your eyes never leave his hands as he strums the strings, plucks them, and presses them down in different places. It all makes you think; how many sounds can he create with just one string?

“It’s beautiful,” you mention when the song comes to its end. “You must be highly thought of where you come from because you can create music,” you chuckle, lifting your eyes up from the oud and to his face.

But he doesn’t smile like you thought you would. “Not everyone appreciates it like you do,” he says, forcing a smile as he looks up at you.

Staring at each other for a while, you’ve almost forgotten that you are not like him and it makes you drop your gaze to your legs and bite your lip. He notices your sudden timidness and holds out the oud to you. “Why don’t you play something now,” he suggests, his words making your gaze snap up to him and a shocked look to fall over your face as you look down at the instrument.

You laugh, shake your head and hold up your hand in protest. “I don’t know how to play something like this,” you state, keeping your gaze on the oud as you recall how simple he made playing it seem. But you doubt you will have the same experience. “I only know how to play a pan flute because my mother taught me how before she died,” you mutter, wonder to yourself why you’re telling this to a complete stranger. But it just feels right.

“I will teach you then,” he says, practically thrusting the oud into your hands and shifting closer to you.

Your head snaps to him when you feel him sitting closer to you, your eyes going ever wider as he smiles at you. “You’re not disgusted at my appearance?” you ask, your voice soft and in a whisper and you look down to your goat-like legs and then to his different legs.

He chuckles, shakes his head and looks down at your legs. “I don’t mind,” he whispers, lifting his gaze back to your face and smiles at you as he reaches for your hand to bring it to the stem of oud. “I only just met you and I’d rather spend my time with you than with anyone else,” he adds, making you smile in return and glance down to hide the fact that a flustered bush crosses your cheeks. “What is your name?” he questions, knowing that it would be easier to call for you when he comes back.

You couldn’t quite get the hang of playing the oud, no matter how many times Sigurd tried to teach you. Your fingers always fumbled on the strings and you couldn’t get the smooth sounds he makes on the strings. So, you decide to just listen to him play when he comes and visits you.

Normally, you don’t stay in one part of the woods for very long to avoid being spotted by hunters, but since you’ve met Sigurd, you’ve decided that perhaps it won’t be so bad to stay a bit longer than intended.

He comes to the grove in the woods where you meet at the same time, almost every day. Just before the sun begins to set, you hear your name being called by a familiar voice. And for the first time, you walk out from your hiding place and into a human’s sight with confidence in your steps.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” you chuckle, walking closer to him as he sets a satchel on the log you two always find yourself sitting on.

He laughs, turns to look at you and smiles at the sight of your face. “I would have come sooner if I could,” he mentions, turning around with an apple in his hand that he hands to you. You’ve told him how you can never find different fruit to eat in the woods, that it’s always the same and you wish to try something different. So, since then he’s brought you different kinds of food from his city for you to try. “But, I was waiting to get this for you,” he adds, pulling something else out of his bag as you roll the apple in your hand.

Seeing him hold a pan flute in his hands makes you gasp and drop the fruit you hold to the ground as you jump forward excitedly. “You found one?” you squeal, gently taking it from him and twirling it to examine it entirely.

Sigurd can’t help but chuckle at the complete look of glee on your face as you stare at the instrument in your hands. He thought of you the moment he saw it, remembered how you said that your mother taught you how to play it before her death, and couldn’t help but buy it for you.

Though it’s not like the one you used to have, you know that you will treasure it.

“I thought it was time you play something for me,” he states, making you chuckle and glance back down to the flute in your hands.

It’s been so long since last you played it, you’re not sure if you even remember how to. But, after all Sigurd has done for you, from not treating you in fear or disgust at your goat legs and horns growing out of your head to trying to teach you how to play the oud, the least you can do is treat him with your own music and your own songs.

And you’ll start with the song you know best; the lullaby your mother used to play for you when you were young.

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chaoticgeminate · 3 years ago

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Iridescence Fictional Universe Masterlist

Welcome to my most ambitious writing project yet, I hope you find something you enjoy here.

Went ahead and made a taglist, so if you haven't joined it yet and you'd like updates to this series please follow this link :)

As I add more to this universe I will generally make edits to this page, including creating an organized timeline of published stories and a glossary of characters. Pay attention to updates made to the list of unreleased stories, certain ones are going to have coded readers so I'm going to be as open and transparent about it where I can be.

Each of the titles are their own mini-series and worlds, all interconnected into one massive fictional world.

Any and all asks/requests are welcome, whether you are curious about a certain story or an event that happens for a specific pair or even world building stuff.

If you would like to become a side character for the 'verse just hit me up in DMs :)

The Series Rating is 18+ and I ask that all minors respect that rule, some of the parts will feature semi-graphic descriptions of violence and gore or concepts of death, there will likely be smut, and regardless of the individual rating of each segment I'm going to tag everything as M.

Happy reading 💖

World Building Snippets:

Origins of Magic

Were-kin vs Shifters

Dieties, Priest(ess), Protector

Currently Released WIPs:

Chasing Shadows - Shade!Thief x Purple Witch fem!Reader

Precious Sea Glass - Dragon!Pero x Nereid fem!Reader

Blood Price - Regent Lord!Max x Light Elf fem!Reader

Sparkling Embers - Hellhound!Javi Gutierrez x Half-Pixie fem!Reader

Hunter's Gambit - Werewolf!Frankie x Selkie fem!Reader

Whiskey Serenades - Coyote Shifter!Jack x Foxwoman fem!Reader

Clear Skies - Mage!Marcus Moreno x Astromancer fem!Reader

Locked & Loaded - Dave York x Psychic fem!Reader

Forest Affairs - Sidhe!Din Djarin x Sidhe Green Witch!Reader

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Tempting Fates - Incubus!Oberyn x Nymph!Ellaria x Magician fem!Reader

Sunset at Noon - Dark Elf!Ezra x Cambion fem!Reader

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Untitled - Saytr!Charlie x Faun fem!Reader

Untitled - Dreamwalker!Nico x Apothecarian fem!Reader (has Fibromyalgia)

Untitled - Domovoi!Gio x Haltija fem!Reader

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teddy06writes · 3 years ago

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Greek Myth AU: Eros and Psyche Part Two

Eret x afab!reader

trigger warnings: general death/death mentions, Aphrodite being a bit of a bitch, reader is pregnant for the sake of the original myth, but its not mentioned that much

premise: again, this explains the original myth, this part is the second half/the challenge thingys.

Part one

list of Greek Gods/characters for this work

Eros- Eret

Aphrodite- Puffy

Zephyrus- Philza

Zeus- Dream

Pan- Tubbo

Demeter- Ranboo

Hera- George

Hades- Wilbur (only mentioned)

Persephone- Niki

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"No love can exist without trust."

The words echoed through (y/n)s head as they wandered through the still dark field. It seemed no use to them to even try to go back to the villa.

Slowly, they came to a stop next to the brook, laying down amongst the bank, one hand on their stomach as they watched the water pass, wondering what they would do.

How could they go on if Eret had left?

"Are you alright?"

(y/n) jumped at the sudden noise, sitting up and turning to see a saytr- no not just any Satyr, they found themself face to face with Tubbo, god of the wild.

"Uhhh...."

He let his head half fall sideways to look at them closer, "You don't look alright. Have you been crying?"

They sniffed, nodding, "I suppose so, yes. I've just had... a rough day."

He nodded, "Does this have anything to do with what I heard Eret shouting earlier, cause that sounded pretty bad."

"It- was actually."

Tubbo winced, "Yikes. You know, though from what I heard, from what I can see now, you really do look like someone who is very much in love. Don't leave yourself to rot here, you must continue on, and win his affections back."

"But how can I? I've lost all of his trust." They sighed.

"You must try, you must." Tubbo insisted, he offered them a hand and helped them to stand, "There is a way, and you will be able to find it. That I am sure of."

So, (y/n) traveled on, through the lands until they at last reached their home nation. Soon, they sought out their sisters, telling them that their deception had caused them to be cast out, not by a beast, but by the god Eret, himself.

When their sisters claimed excuses, and hurried off (perhaps to try and be taken by the god), (y/n) could only sigh and move on.

As they continued the travel, searching for any signs of their husband, he was stuck in Puffy's castle, the splash of oil having done much more damage than she'd originally thought.

All too soon, Puffy had found out where Eret was, and what had happened. Furiously, she rushed into their chambers, utterly pissed that she had gone so far against her instructions as to fall in love with (y/n).

The goddess was in such a rage, that she hardly noticed the state he was in, instead yelling on about how 'that wretched mortal would need to be punished'.

"No!" Eret cried through gritted teeth, "They may have betrayed me, but this is not their fault!"

"She shall be punished!"

It was only the announcement that Ranboo and George had arrived that pulled Puffy out of her yelling.

"Puffy, what's happened?" George asked once she had returned to the main room.

"Do remember that mortal? The one everyone was infatuated with?" Puffy asked, annoyed.

Ranboo nodded, "I thought you had sent Eret to get rid of them."

"The foolish boy went against me, brought her to some place, kept her safe, and now he's been burned because of it." She sighed, "The mortal will have to be dealt with. No simply plots of a forced love. I shall send them straight down to Wilbur's domain."

George bit his lip, "Well, are you sure that he didn't hide them away for good reason?"

"He fell in love with them." Puffy scoffed.

"Oh come on Puffy, don't punish them just because she fell in love. Doesn't he deserve ore than that? They must have fallen in love for a reason? You are the goddess of love, surely you should understand." Ranboo attempted to defend Eret, only to be cut off.

"I do not care what I should or should not understand! I want this mortal punished, and punished they shall be!" Puffy roared.

Meanwhile, (y/n) still wandered the land, looking for their lover, even as their health seemed to decline.

It had been a rather nice day when they stumbled upon the abandoned temple, covered in debris, and tools left behind. Some how, despite everything, it only made sense to clean the temple. To restore, to the best of their ability, to its former glory, or at least till it didn't look a mess.

It was slow work, but soon they had cleared the weeds, moved the old offerings back to their place, and found a place for the abandoned tools.

"You, poor (y/n)!"

They looked up to find Ranboo, towering over them, "M'lord?"

"I have come with a warning. Since your betrayal of Eret, Puffy has been after you, and you have been in great danger. Still despite this, you've come to clear the temple that my followers have abandoned. Why is this?"

"No place should be abandoned as I have been." (y/n) answered softly.

He frowned, sighing, "Well, I value my alliances with Puffy to much to harbor you. But, I will not turn you in, nor alert her in anyway you were every here. Consider yourself blessed."

As he disappeared, (y/n) couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. They hadn't been met with Puffy's wrath yet. But that did not stop their sorrow.

Wandering farther and farther away from both the valley, and their home, (y/n) came across another temple, taking a rest from the road to step inside.

At the alter, they prayed, "George, queen of Olympus, I beg of you to help me. I am but a mortal, plagued by sorrow, driven out of every place Aphrodite seeks me. I do not wish for my child to be born to this life. Oh, dear George I beg for your help!"

George, hearing these prayers, quietly appeared to them, "Poor dear. I cannot help you, no matter how much I wish too. Puffy's anger stretches far, and even I cannot shield you from it."

When he had disappeared, (y/n) was forced back out the wandering, wondering, if maybe they revealed themself to the goddess, they might receive some mercy.

After a long pondering they set out, and after journey, the found themself at the palace of Puffy. Upon turning themself into the servants, (y/n) found themself dragged before Puffy, who demanded to know what they were doing.

"So you have finally decided to pay me a visit? Or is this just a trick to see your husband, who sufferers from a wound given by your hand!"

It had been a long afternoon for (y/n), until at last the servants, and even Puffy herself, let off, and gave time for the bruises to fully form, as Puffy taunted them, "Such a plain and boring mortal, how could he have fallen for you? And even given you a child? What a pathetic thing it will be."

It didn't take much longer after that for Puffy to decide, "A challenge then, you look to be a maid, lets see how well of one you are. Then you might gain enough favor to see your husband." She called for bags of wheat, barley, beans, lentils and chickpeas to be spread and mixed on the floor, "Have all of this sorted, before the night, and you may win some favor."

And as she disappeared, (y/n) wept, it would be impossible for them to sort the pile, let alone by the time she returned. It had seemed so hopeless, until, droves of Ants, driven by pity made there way into the room.

"Fear not, we shall help you with this task."

Soon the grain was sorted, and the ants disappeared as Puffy returned, looking around incredulously, "This work mustn't be yours! Surely it isn't! You foul thing! This work is far from over!"

The next day, a new challenge was assigned.

"There is a field, a few miles from here, where golden sheep graze all day. Travel there and bring me back a tuft of wool from one by the time the sun sets, or give up on all hope of seeing your husband again." Puffy commanded.

Obediently, (y/n) set out, and as they crossed the river, a soft nymph whispered the secrets to gathering the wool from the dangeours animals.

Carefully, (y/n) waited until noon had passed, until the sheep had settled to one ide of the field, and crept out, gathering the soft tufts from the briars of the bushes.

Yet again, Puffy was surprised by their ability to comply and finish these challenges.

"Surely your husband had some hand in helping you finish this. Quickly mortal, while there is still light, take this, and fetch me the water from the upper most point of that mountain stream."

(y/n) took the pitcher, and slowly began to hike toward the mountain, dreading the dangerous climb ahead. The mountains slowly grew nearer, until (y/n) was forced to fully climb up and over rocks, and the potential fall could prove fatal.

They had paused for a rest, breathing heavy and staring up at the setting sun, there was no way they could make the trip to the top of the mountain and back before night fell.

Yet again, it all seemed helpless, until a kind eagle, indebted to Eret, swooped down, "Give me your jug child, and allow me to help."

When they returned to Puffy's castle, again they were met with surprise. No one had expected their return.

"You have done what I asked, and that makes me suspect you to be a witch. It will take a greater test to determine if you should see your husband again."

(y/n), barley held in a sigh, bowing their head.

"You will journey to the underworld, and meet Niki. She makes a beauty cream, I need you to get some for me. I've exhausted my supply."

(Y/n) began to shake, tears beginning to spill from their eyes, surely this task was impossible. No one could journey to the Underworld and make it back alive.

"Better get going." She scoffed, "And remember, not a single drop

They had no choice but to go.

It was a slow, painful journey, and it took much help, much advice to reach the underworld.

They called upon Niki, who greeted them kindly, and listened to their plight.

"I just wish to see my husband again, so I can explain myself, so I can apologize." (y/n) finished with a sigh.

Niki frowned, "That I cannot help with. But I can supply you with the beauty cream, to bring back to Puffy."

A box was filled and closed out of their view, before Niki presented it to them, with a warning, "The contents of this box, are not meant for mere mortals. It is highly dangerous for you to even look at it. You mustn't open this box, not for anything."

"I understand." They said, taking the box.

The journey back to the overworld seemed to pass quickly, but soon (y/n)s thoughts began to betray her.

Why would they carry this beauty cream if they were not able to take a drop for themself?

How were they suppose to confront their husband if they looked as ragged and hungry as they did now?

Slowly, the temptation took over, surely they would need this beauty cream more than the goddess of beauty.

As soon as the box was opened, they fell to the ground, nearly dead.

While they slept off their injuries, a great fight took place between the gods.

When they had at last awoken, they were greeted with the sight of their lovers face.

"Eret!" They gasped, "I'm sorry! I truly am! I don't know what I was thinking! Please forgive me! I love you!"

She smiled softly, "There is much we have to talk about my sweet."

It had been decided, that (y/n) would join the gods on Olympus, and remarry the god Eret.

Puffy would hurt them no more, and Eret, having heard what lengths they had gone too to get back to them, he couldn't keep them away.

#mcyt x reader #eret x reader #the eret x reader #teddy 06 #teddy 06 writes

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amarauder · 6 years ago

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thelma the llama masterlist

EXTENDED SUMMARY

"i believe that someday we will find what we are looking for... or maybe not maybe we'll find something greater than that." ♆ ♆ Ever since the blasted trip to Bulgaria, weird things have been happening to Madeline. A terrorist had tried to break into her home, three old ladies had insisted upon her death, and a stuffed animal won't disappear. The stuffed llama had apparently been known to be cursed but Madeline never believed in magic. Too bad she would be forced to recognize it under the most brutal circumstances. Especially when she finds out she has been destined to be apart of an incoming secret war. | first installment of the thelma and louise series | percy jackson x reader | the battle of the labrinth - ?

EXTRA DETAILS

playlist

casting

TABLE OF CONTENTS

ACT ONE; THELMA AND LOUISE DISCOVER THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE

will include;

01. the battle of the labrinth

02. the last olympian

chapters;

000. the legend of thelma the llama

001. louise and the purple crayon

002. thelma and louise take on the world

003. hagfish in the big blue sea

004. perseus jackson is one of the girls

005. thumbelina and the terrors of the big girl world

006. the seastar is rocking hoop earrings

007. assessing the casualties from (yet another) one of zeus' tantrums

008. (watch out draco malfoy) tyson is the new slytherin prince

009. old women who are worth more than your life

010. she's suffering from 'i'm worried that i've cultivated too weird of a personality before finding a significant other and now there's probably no one in the world who could put up with my shit' phobia

011. grover the saytr is y/n's support animal

012. kronos' life story is more controversial than anyone thought and it's giving everyone anxiety

013. that's what she said.

014. bae means poop in danish

015. the new phenomenon that caused idiotic people to start spontaneously bleeding from the nose

016. football; the non-american sport

017. does falkiat mean supernova in urdu

018. merry christmas to all, except severus snape

019. percy, the horse car-wash

020. annabeth and the american girl dolls

021. do not break the radio silence

022. captain luke's tentative return to the navy blue abyss

023. señor whitewashes is actually a male model

024. pedro the lion

025. the birds' and the bees' sex ed course

026. blackjack the magic dragon

027. bessie the sea-cow gets blow-dried

028. spilled pasta on the toes is called feetuccine

029. thelma is moonstruck by louise's beauty

030. why the egyptians worshipped cats

031. a foot's greatest fear is the six-inch heel

032. how to train your flying pig

033. luke castellan get's turned on by golden blood

034. sally jackson has the best laundry detergent

035. mother mary likes nuts

036. not liking the color orange is like not liking pizza bagels

037. the life of prada, the purse made out of bubblegum

[constantly updated]

ACT TWO; THELMA AND LOUISE TAKE ON THE STINKY ROMANS

will include;

01. the heroes of olympus series

chapters;

01. thelma is a brand of mechanical hamsters

02. tyche, the goddess of luck is really fond of the kennedys

03. adhd medicine does not have heroin in it

04. peach skin is as soft as a baby's buttock

[constantly updated]

ACT THREE; ZEUS' LEFT BRAIN LIKES THELMA AND LOUISE

will include;

01. everything after the blood of olympus

chapters;

01. thelma's brilliant idea of spending the rest of their lives with their immortal attempted killers

#amarauder writings #amarauder masterlist #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson

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thirst-order-confession · 8 years ago

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could i please i get some witch!reader x monster!kylo headcannons??

Oh, I love this, though. All we’ve ever had was Hunter!Reader with Monster!Kylo but this could definitely prove to be interesting.

You found Kylo one day while out looking for herbs to restock

This was shortly after Snoke had driven Kylo too far and made his natural self deformed as we now know him (panther tail, saytr body, seemingly ink dipped hands, ram horns, golden eyes, and fangs)

He’s still adjusting to this new body that he has

Still he was on the run from Snoke and had been living in the wild for such a long time

“Come along, pet,” they soothe him

You takes pity on the poor boy because you know about Snoke and how awful he is

You take him in, give Kylo food and a bath

He starts to actually purr when you scrub the suds into his hair and massage the area around his horns, his head leaning into your touch. You can’t help but laugh

That night, because of his gratitude and you are working in front of your fireplace, Kylo curls up beside you on the rug

Each night, as time wears on and Kylo becomes ever grateful for their kindness and generosity of letting him stay there, he inches closer to them until one night, he settles his head in their lap

Immediately, you start stroking his hair and rubbing between his horns and he snuggles in closer to you, his claws lightly scratching of your pant leg as he flexes his fingers with the want to knead happily like a cat content

He falls asleep like that, his head in your lap

After you’re done working, you have to wake Kylo because he’s so heavy and like deadweight over your legs

For the longest time, he simply slept curled in front of the fire... but then he moved to the foot of your bed... and then he moved to be cuddling around you beneath the covers, his massive frame dwarfing you

He is forever in debt for all the kindness that you’ve shown him

He becomes unfailingly loyal and you help him to regain his shape-shifting powers after that

Now, when you go out, he either galavants as a giant, playful inky black lion or he sits content on your shoulder as a docile yet lazy raven

He loves to take naps in the sun filtering in from the outside

He loves belly scratches and hair scritches, he’s always looking for pets and affection for the longest time, his animal instincts from the Dark magic still heavily affecting him

For a while, he lets his problems go from his mind, simply content to act more as your familiar than anything. He would protect you with his life if the need ever arose and yet... you were powerful beyond imagine

You didn’t often display your powers, for you seemed to be a relatively peaceful being, yet one day, when the a few of Snoke’s other pupils rose up in their Umbra (shadow beast) forms, you displayed your awesome power and drove them off so easily

Kylo is subconsciously wary of you for a long while but knows that you would never hurt him in purpose. Your powers are too controlled and you are too easy-going for any of that

He does that weird thing sometimes that cats do where he’ll roll onto his stomach and tuck his head underneath itself in a way, one of his hands over his face while the other is stretched out completely

What a silly boy... you think on numerous occasions when he does this

It doesn’t take long before Kylo becomes inherently precious to you and you very much value his company, as does your own cat who he can seemingly speak to, though, that isn’t strange in the world of witches and monsters

#Mod Kay #SFW #Kylo Ren #Monster!Kylo #Witch!Reader #Monster!Kylo Ren #Monster AU #Witch AU #Anonymous

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cranberryjuice-posts · 8 months ago

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POOKIE IM BCK W ANOTHER REQUEST

OK SO ITS A AHORT ONE ITS A PERSEPHONE!FEM!REDER AND LIKE ITS AUTUSM OR FALL WHAYEVER YOU CALL OT (WHICH OS WHEN PERSEPHONE GOES DOWN IN THE UNDERWORLD BYW) AND THE DEMETER KIDS START GETTINF THAT SEASONAL DEPRESSION THING (I READ ONE HC ABOUT WHERE THEY BECOME VERY SAD AND DEMOTIVATED DURING THE WINTER BC OF THEIR MOTHER BEINF SAD TOO) SO THE READER TIRES TO LIKE WATER PLANTS AND FLOWERS AND SUCH FOR AS LONG AS RHEY CAN CAUSE FHEY FEEL HALF RESPONSIBLE FOR THE PLANT GROWTH

- ILY POOKIE YAKE CARE OF YOURAELF🫶🫶‼️‼️‼️‼️

- the four seasons -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Persephone! Reader

Synopsis - its winter and you want to help make the Demeter kids feel better about themselves

An - My AO3 fic is almost done 😻 I only have 6 more chapters to write.

Winter was one of the Harder seasons at camp. Not because of the weather, it was normally sunny and warm because of the special border but because the crops were heavily effected.

Growing slower and with lesser produce was an effect from Demeter’s depression with her daughter gone to the underworld. Her children were also effected with this, their moods down for the worse and many not even bothering leaving their cabins.

You were effected to. Your hair became duller and your eyes a darker color of gold. Spending nights awake and an odd craving of pomegranate also arises.

Laying with clarisse in her cabin as the rain outside helped water the fields you both just talked about upcoming events all while cuddling. You slowly ate pomegranate seeds, occasionally passing one to clarisse.

After a while the strong girl noticed your downer than normal mood. “What’s up, your never this quiet and when you are either your pissed at me or your sad”

You didn’t care for her attempt at a joke but it was fine. “I feel bad” you muttered holding your head up some.

“For what?” She asked trying to bring you some comfort.

“It’s winter and like normal my mom is in the underworld with hades and so forth and so forth and the Demeter kids really like having me around during this time, but I just wish there was something I could do for them to help make not just them but Demeter herself feel better”

It was an idea Of course. With the nature kids happier the crops would also show a good result from it. Though trying to bring all dozen and a half kids to a better mood was harder said then done.

Clarisse let out a soft sigh thinking about what to say. “I was thinking maybe like holding a small party of festival or something fun for the entire camp” You sat up stretching some. “If you came to ask Chiron with me maybe he’d say yes but I’d also need your cabins help to”

“Sounds like a plan. Only question though what makes you think the Demeter kids will come out of their cabin for this” she asked, reaching up and playing with a strand of your hair wrapping it around her finger.

“I’ll force them out, they all favor me mainly because of who my mom is” you shrugged. “So it shouldn’t be that hard.”

“Whatever you say” she gave you a reassuring smile before sitting up and giving you a subtle kiss.

••

Chiron agreed Of course, finding your idea to be beneficial to everyone. It was honestly a surprise though when the Athena, Dionysius, and Aphrodite cabin offered to help to.

With the entire camp helping you set up things went easier. The statues around camp were adorned with flowers and honorary wooden statues made with grain, roses, florals and more for Demeter and Persephone were made as well.

A large bonfire was created and multiple decorations put up. The saytrs and nymphs helped make a wide spread of deserts and finger foods as well as bringing a more lively feel to the night. It warmed your heart just how much these kids and creatures cared about the well being of not only the Demeter children but also the camp just as much as you.

Convincing the cabin four kids to come out was easy. They all wore pajamas and their hair messy and a few even had blankets around them.

Katie gardener the cabin counselor walked forward confused. Taking the opportunity you met her half way. “We made a festival of sorts. It’s to celebrate winter and our mothers. I figured that maybe this would help cheer some of your moods… we even got the cloven council to agree to play music” the last part made you giggle some.

At first the Ginger girls face was unreadable. Up until she started to cry. Quickly comforting her the other Demeter children followed suit, letting their tears out which you knew they shared with their mother you to started to cry some.

As Katie pulled away she thanked you. Walking with her towards the fire the party had officially started. Each kid seemed to of gotten a random burst of energy, their hair became brighter same as their skin and the other campers around you noticed the growing grass and plants near by.

Though it wasn’t much it was clear the goddesses appreciated your party in their honor.

Once the wooden statues were burned at peak of the night, the festival came to an end. Everyone happily returned to their cabins and you walked with clarisse towards hers, decided to secretly spend the night with her.

In her bed again You smiled over at her. “Thank you Claire..”

“It was Nothing” she smiled gently, only a smile reserved for you. “All it took was getting silena to agree to the idea and everyone else agreed quickly”

The notion made you giggle. “Guess my thanks should go to silena”

“I guess it should”

You closed the small gap giving her a sweet kiss. She was to good for you. Pulling away and cuddling into the crook of her neck you happily fell asleep in your girlfriend arms.

The following morning, the amount of strawberries, grain, and other vegetation that had grown not only overwhelmed everyone but could of set the entire camp well off for the next three winters. Not only that but for the following week you and the Demeter children all seemed to have a glowing effect over your bodies. Showing the appreciation from the gods.

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cranberryjuice-posts · 8 months ago

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Okay so like hear me out.

Reader went on a quest years ago when her and Clarisse were still young and they went missing/were pronounced dead. But in reality they got stuck in the Lotus Casino so when Chiron sent some campers to retrieve campers that he already knew were stuck there they found the supposedly “dead” reader playing in the arcade.

Reader goes back to camp and finds Clarisse after all these years and returns like some weapon or smth that Clarisse gave them so they could defend themselves. (Reader obviously aged somehow so theres no weird age gap or smth)

- harness your hopes -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Reader

An - i tried to find a way to write this without a plot hole since in the lotus hotel you don’t age key example nico di-Angelo so I hope this helps some 😭😭

“It’s Vegas”

“No it’s the best place in America. AND! And they have legal gambling” you laughed walking along side clarisse down the streets of Las Vegas.

Being placed on a mission together you both had an older saytr leading. Your main assignment was to locate a demigod that was near by and to help return them to camp safely.

Brushing your hands against clarisses you blushed some, it was just a dumb crush. You were 13 and so was she anything that could between you both was just pointless. Contrasting your thoughts however clarisse slowly reached over taking your hand.

The saytr guide gave you both a teasing face causing clarisse to pull her hand away embarrassed. As the guide chuckled turning back to lead the way you patted your cheeks trying to make the burning feeling go away.

After about an hour you all decided on getting lunch. While just waiting outside with clarisse she tapped your shoulder making you look at her.

“Here.. I saw your dagger got broken in our last fight so have mine” she tried hard to play it off but you could tell she was really just trying to show a form of love.

“Thanks” you happily smiled taking the blade back. Looking down at the blade you could see in the reflection clarisse looking Away embarrassed. Cute

It was weird.

One minute you were running away from a hippalectryon, next you were laying on the ground with a glowing wolf over you? Then you woke up in a casino like hotel.

The following week felt unreal, gambling every once in a while. Finding other demigods and running around with them, meeting some kids who said the Roman gods were real? Weird. Even becoming friends with this small kid named nico who un-ironically liked mythomagic just as much as you.

Being so caught up in the moment you hadn’t realized your body and mind growing. On Monday you were happy to eat a tub of ice cream all day while most people treated you like a kid, on Tuesday you were schooling some little kid on why he shouldn’t cheat in games and the older demigods you had seen before suddenly invited you to hangout with them.

Sitting in the lounging area you saw a familiar set of bright orange shirts paired with some of your friends you had just met. Quickly getting up you jogged over. “Hey! Wait up!” Finally standing before them your happy face turned to confusion. “Chris..?”

The Chris you suddenly Remembered had been 14 and recently shaved his head as he lost a bet now.. he looked older, way more muscular than before and for some reason he seemed more mature.

“Holy shit” he spoke shocked. Almost scared he reached out grabbing your shoulders. “What’s your name” he cautiously spoke.

“Yn Chris when did you get so old” you shoved his hands off of you. You had been gone a week not a lifetime.

“Are You dead?” He asked earning him an unamused look from you. Placing your hands on your hips you gave a heavy sigh. “No I’m not dead why are you asking”

“Because you’ve been dead for three years”

…

What..

—

The ride back to camp was weird. While Travis and Connor drove the truck back to camp you talked with Chris as he updated you and all the campers with you that in-fact everyone was trapped with the lotus eaters.

Though what confused him and everyone else was how you were able to age and mature like a normal person.

Pulling your dagger out from your side you studied it ashamed. So much time passed without you.. your siblings grew up, the camp evolved, it was like you didn’t even belong in this timeline. Shining the celestial bronze blade a sudden memory came back to you.

A girl named clarisse came back to you. A girl named clarisse who you loved, came back to you. With that all the flustered emotions of a young teenager followed suit as well.

Stepping inside to camp a familiar sense of comfort washed over you. Three years later and the damn place still hadn’t changed.

Though the walk though camp was awkward to say the least. All your friends were 16/17 now and there was so many new kids and dead ones that it was honestly a lot.

Eventually you found yourself sitting in the Aphrodite cabin with silena, leaning on her bed laughing like it was old times.

“You know what!” The daughter Aphrodite smiled leaning over the side. “There’s a certain lesbian here who misses you”

“Who” You chuckled slowly remembering everything. Silena looked at you with a knowing look. “Wait clarisse?! No no she doesn’t— we never liked each other like that” you laughed trying to play it off.

“Then I guess it won’t be weird for you to go meet up with her right now”

After a silent back and forth you caved in standing up. “Fine! I’ll go see her but we’re just friends” You warned leaving the cabin.

Jogging into the arena you had to take a moment to appreciate what you saw in-front of you. 5’10 and lean just swinging her spear around with a concentrated look plastered on her face. Even even she was taking her anger out clarisse was still beautiful.

She stuck her spear into the sand and started tying her curly hair back. Placing her hands on her hips she let out a heavy sigh just letting the energy fall away from her body.

Slowly walking towards her you cleared your throat nervous… justtt friends that’s what you were. “Hey..” you managed.

Instantly she looked over stunner and a little embarrassed. Clarisse didn’t move, didnt even speak. She opened her mouth for only a second before just closing it again not sure what to say.

Deciding to take the first step you gently patted your sides. Pulling the dagger from your side you held it out. “I figured I don’t need it anymore so I should return it-“

“Keep it” she quickly spoke. “Sorry.. I’m just, it’s been a long time” a tired breath left her lips causing you to blush slightly.

“Right..“ placing the blade away you looked back up deciding that maybe just standing in silence was the best think to do.

What felt like an eternity soon came to an end when clarisse decided to finally speak up. “Can we.. can we hangout tommorow” she slowly asked.

Nodding your head adamantly you smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

———

“Shut up it did not feel like a week” clarisse laughed walking around the forest with you. For majority if the day you both had just spent time together, almost like a date.

Now with the moon rising you both decided to finish the hangout off with a walk in the woods. “It did” you giggled. “I swear to the gods I was only there for a week”

She just rolled her eyes. “Must of been nice” she mumbled shaking her head. Confused you chuckled back. “What do you mean?”

“Well you didn’t have to spend three years thinking the first girl you ever actually fell in love with was dead and having to find some way to continue yourself that leaving her to bleed out after she protected you from dying wasn’t yourself and was the right thing to do”

You stopped walking and just looked up at clarisse. “You love me”

She looked back at you and just shrugged her shoulders. She was completely different from the dumb childhood crush you had. Slowly you grabbed clarisses arm and took her hand into yours. Looking down you smiled as she was wearing one of your favorite rings.

“I don’t remember a lot. I don’t know how I ended up in the hotel.. but what I do remember is that throughout my long week stay I always remembered a girl who could effortlessly make me laugh and always made my stomach do flips” a small laugh left your mouth. “Out of everything and everyone I always remembered being in love with you clarisse”

Shyly with her free hand she cupped the side of your face. Brining you close to her she muttered. “Can I Kiss you..”

Laughing some you nodded. “Yeah you can kiss me”

Placing her lips onto yours you couldn’t help b it smile happily. It made you feel warm how some way some how clarisse waited for you. Guess it was a good think to since you had no choice but to wait for her too.

Clarisse - FUCK ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND SUCK IT

YN - babe 😭

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