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ryan-ry · 4 months ago

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APOLLOS WISH

Valleri has been having a weird recurring dream for the past couple months. In it, a sandy haired boy. She leads a pretty boring life as an orphan, but one day everything changes when she meets the boy of her dreams... literally.

Hey guyyysss. Sooooo, I'm starting yet another fan fic... I will be basing a lot of the dialogue, plot, and scenes off of Rick Riordans books, but I'm going to be trying not to copy too much out of the pages.

*don't expect me to be consistent :)*

SUMMERY:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians but with an added character: Valleri

WARNINGS:

not much, mostly a lot of fluff and maybe some make out scenes.

DISCLAIMER:

Because I don't want to be sexualizing 12 year olds, the characters will be 16 in this :)

Chapter 01

{A Field Trip With the 15 and Ups}

Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BE-

My hand slams into the alarm clock next to my bed, knocking it off of the table and onto the floor. It rolls under my bed and, somehow, continues to sing its off key rendition of ‘twinkle, twinkle, little star’.

“Oh. My. God,” I groan and roll out of my bed. Like, literally. I roll out of bed onto the ground and reach my hand under the bed frame. I’m still half asleep and my eyes aren’t fully open so it takes me a couple seconds to grab the blasted clock. When it’s in my hand I bang it on the ground a couple times. It stops. Finally. Sweet silence.

“My head,” I groan, placing my cheek onto the cool floor and falling asleep again.

It doesn't feel long until I’m forced awake again, this time by my best friend Keith.

“Valleri get uuup. Val, Va, Val, Val, Vaaal,” he pokes me over and over until I finally open my eyes.

I’m met with his face, inches from mine.

“Alright,” I groan, pushing his face away and sitting up.

I look at where I had been laying. There was a small puddle of drool. I wipe it away with the sleeve of my shirt before Keith has another reason to tease me.

“It’s field trip dayyy,” his eyes glisten.

I roll my eyes, “great, more time with the older kids.”

I despised the 15 and ups. They were always bullying and they always, always got away with it. My theory was that the adults of this crap-shoot orphanage felt bad that they weren’t adopted and that they had been here for a long time. But me, I wouldn’t feel bad for them, there was a reason none of them were adopted. And believe me, I know first hand.

Let me fill you in on the pathetic excuse I call my life.

I had been living at Royds Home for children my whole life, a whopping 12 years. What I had been told by the adults was that my mother had dropped me off. Leaving me on the doorstep with nothing but a name tag. Gee thanks mom, you could name me but couldn’t keep me.

Anyways, I had been filtered through family after family after family, but I never seemed to fit perfectly. Each time I either screwed it up or… nope I just screwed it up each time. There were, however, a couple times when weird things had happened. Now, when I say weird, I mean, ‘literally turned into monsters and tried to eat me’ kind of weird. And I know what you’re probably thinking. What the fu-.

Yeah, that’s what the headmaster said each time I tried to explain these situations to her upon my return. Except she didn’t ever say, ‘what the f-’, she normally said, ‘where the f-’. This was always the weirdest part of these experiences. She would send me off with a weird family and each time I would come back she would scold me for running off, almost as if she didn’t remember me leaving with the family. I usually shrugged it off.

I had learned over the years to not question anything. Questions usually led to trouble. So, I never questioned when a family tried to eat me, I never questioned when I saw a man with one eye staring at me, I never questioned when I saw ravens swarming outside my room window, and I certainly never questioned when Keith told me to do something weird, like right now for instance.

“Can you look out your window?” he asks me.

I turn my head and look over my bed and out the glass. Ravens were crowding outside on the ledge. I had come to the conclusion that they had a massive hotel of nests right above my window.

“Uh.. all I see are ravens,” I respond, turning to look at him.

“No, past that,” he says.

I can hear a tint of fear lacing with his voice. As I look past the ravens, I notice that it’s storming outside. Rain falls and lightning lights up the sky.

“Weird,” I tell him, “probably just a summer storm though,” I grunt as I stand. My body is stiff from a rough night's sleep and I wonder how I am ever going to make it past my bedroom door. My muscles ache and I had a slight headache, but I had gotten used to waking up like this.

Over the past month, I had been having this odd recurring dream. Every. Single. Night. In it, I stood on a beach, wind whipping through my hair. There was always a boy standing in front of me, about my age. Hair a sandy color and eyes the color of the ocean. Each night, I tried and tried to ask him his name but nothing ever left my throat.

I could tell the boy was trying to talk to me as well but I could never hear him. The sound of a deep voice always drowned out everything. That and the sound of the wind in my ears.

I would always wake up sore and a little disoriented. But it was normal now and I kept a bottle of Advil on my bedside table.

“Yeah, that’s not normal, a storm that big?” he mutters to himself.

“You’re being paranoid, Keith,” I tell him, walking into our connected bathroom.

“Hmm,” he mutters following me.

I turn on the faucet and splash cold water on my face, telling my brain to wake the hell up. I shudder at the temperature of the water and dry my face. Keith hops up, sitting on the counter as I brush my teeth.

“Yeah but something about it makes me feel weird,” he pulls the hair at the bottom of his neck, glancing at my window again.

“Oh my god Keith,” I say, pulling the toothbrush out of my mouth, “you’re making me nervous with the way you’re pulling out your hair.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, clearly still distracted.

Suddenly my door flies open.

The Headmaster peers in, “be on the bus in 15 minutes,” she closes the door and leaves me to rush around in a frenzy.

“Oh my god,” I finish brushing my teeth and pull my hair back into a bun at the nape of my neck, “Keith, why didn’t you wake me up sooner,” I mutter through clenched teeth as I grab clothes from the chest at the end of my bed.

“You had your alarm set Val, it wasn’t my fault you slept through it,” he shrugs, “hey!” he yelps as I shut my door in his face, “what was that for?” his voice is muffled through the door.

“I have to change weirdo,” I say, raising an eyebrow at the white paint.

I can practically feel Keith roll his eyes as I pull on simple green cargo pants and a black crop top. I look at my extensive collection of shoes- 1 pair of boots and 1 pair of converse -trying to decide what I felt like today. I end up choosing the black boots.

Finally, after glancing at myself in the mirror, I decide to untie my hair and let it fall loose down my back. My hair was the one thing I didn’t hate about myself. It was a golden blonde, always glowing when the sun hit it.

“Are you done yet?” Keith asks me from behind my door.

“Yes,” I huff, swinging it open.

“Ok, now let's go before we get yelled at.”

“Alright, alright.”

At the last minute I decide to grab my leather jacket as I look out the window. The rain seemed to be coming down in sheets now and I didn’t want to chance anything.

Chapter 02

{I Kill A Biker}

“Valleri?”

“Present,” I call out.

The Headmaster takes roll call as we sit on the bus, waiting for it to start.

“Keith?”

“Here,” he looks out the window. I could sense that he was nervous about the rising storm. He was always paranoid about the smallest things. Like everything else in my life, I had chosen to ignore his weird behavior.

“Alright everyone, listen up,” Headmaster calls from the front of the bus, “we will be going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, or, the Met as many people know it,” the bus starts forward and students snicker as the Headmaster stumbles forward. She rubs her hands on her ironed pants and continues, “a few ground rules: Number one. Do. Not. Touch. Anything… Number two. There will be some schools there, so try not to get into any trouble with them. Number three. Please be respectful of the tour guides, they didn’t sign up to handle you lot. And lastly, number four, because it’s so important it’s repeated twice. Do. Not. Touch. Anything. Understand?” she eyes us all, “Ok, any questions?”

A hand shoots up, “yes, Justine,” Headmaster says wearily.

“What was number one again?” the boy asks, holding back his snickers.

“I will not be answering that because you should know it,” Headmaster sighs dramatically, “... anything else?”

I raise my hand, “is the storm going to get bad?”

A couple students roll their eyes. I ignore them.

“I don’t believe so, but just to be safe I hope everyone brought jackets.”

I hear groans throughout the bus as students look out the window at the rising storm. I turn and look past Keith out the window. The weather wasn’t currently bad, only a light sprinkle, but with the way it had been the past couple weeks, I wouldn’t be surprised if it started hailing right then and there.

The bus pulls ahead and I sink back into my seat.

—

The bus hisses to a stop and I examine the surroundings. A couple kids have their faces pressed against the windows as they stare at the museum. It was pretty grand, I must admit. We were all used to a run down 3 story farmhouse. The museum was large and looming, yet graceful and looked like it held many mysteries.

I quickly follow everyone out of the bus and into gloomy weather. A cold breeze tugs at my hair and I look up at the clouds, praying that it doesn’t rain too hard. I preferred a sunny day over a rainy day any day.

The horde of children march up and into the large building, pushing and shoving each other.

I spot a school exiting their bus. Keith notices too. My eyebrows knit together as he waves at a boy from the crowd of kids.

“Do you know him?” I ask Keith.

He lets out a weird laugh of surprise, almost a bleat, as I nudge him.

“You’re so weird,” I roll my eyes and follow our crowd.

We are met inside with a young tour guide. He seemed about 20. He was gorgeous. Chiseled jaw and a perfect nose. He seemed to almost glow. He had a mop of blonde hair and striking blue eyes. I found myself staring at him. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t quite place a finger on it.

“Welcome to the Met!” he says, breaking my trance.

“Thank you for having us Mr. Paean,” Headmaster replies with a smile.

“Of course, I love inspiring children,” he scans the crowd as if looking for someone. I flinch as he locks eyes with me. I look away nervously.

“He kinda looks like you,” Keith mutters, leaning over.

“Really? How?”

“Well the hair first of all.”

“That’s just hair Keith, common.”

“Anything you’d like to share with the class?” I whip my head forward as Mr. Paean addresses us.

“No sir, sorry,” Keith and I mutter.

We all follow him over to a statue, “this is the Greek God Apollo, he is personally one of my favorites. Can anyone tell me what he’s the God of? How about you in the back,” I shrink as he points at me.

“Me? Oh, um,” I rack my brain, I know bits and pieces. Keith was obsessed with Greek mythology and was always ranting about this kind of stuff, “lets see, healing…” I count on my fingers, “sun, artery, poetry, prophecies…” I shrug, “that’s all I can remember.”

“Very well done,” Mr. Paean praises me, “you must know a lot about Greek mythology.”

“Not, really,” I shrug, “he knows more than me,” I point to Keith.

“Hm,” our guide looks at Keith, “well you’ve done a good job with teaching her so far,” his voice hangs in the air and I turn to look at Keith.

My friend's eyes widen as if he’s realizing something and he does his weird laugh, like he’s nervous. I give him a worried look but he just pulls at his hair.

“Moving on, we have Hera, personally not my fave, but love her anyways,” Mr. Paean moves on.

I hung back, “yo, what was that?” I ask Keith, “you look like you saw a ghost. You alright?” I ask him.

“Yeah,” he shudders, “it was nothing.”

“Alright… if you say so…” I eye him again before following the rest of the group.

—

After we finish the tour, it’s lunch. We all file outside and find seats around the front of the museum. Keith and I pick a spot on the steps a couple feet away from the water fountain. The sky had cleared for a little bit, the sun peaking out. I bask in its warmth, feeling energy rush through me.

Some teachers from the orphanage had arrived after us with lunch.

I open the brown paper bag I had been supplied with and dump out the contents.

A bruised apple. String cheese. A squished PB&J. And a pack of ‘healthy’ gummies.

“Yum,” I grimace, holding up the sandwich.

Keith starts to dig into his food eagerly.

I eye him wearily, “how do you eat this stuff,” I laugh at him, “ok, I have to go to the restroom, I’ll be back in a jiff.”

“Don’t say ‘jiff’, it’s weird,” Keith says, his mouth full.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I counter, rolling my eyes. I walk off in what I think is the direction of the bathrooms.

I wander through the museum, enjoying the art as I go. I stop as I pass the statue of Apollo. I feel a strange pull in my gut but just blame it on my bladder.

I turn to keep walking and run right into someone.

“I’m so sor-” I pause as I look up. It was our tour guide, “oh hi, sorry, I was distracted.”

“No, you’re all good,” he laughs with a smile.

“Where are the bathrooms?” I ask. I squint my eyes slightly and notice a soft glow around him. I blink and then it’s gone.

Weird.

“Ah, over there,” he points to my right, “and uh, here,” he hands me a small bracelet- a bow charm and a quiver of arrows charm -, “for answering my question earlier,” he smiles and walks off before I can say anything.

“Uh- thanks?” I turn but he’s gone, “ok then.”

I hurry off to the bathroom, my bladder screaming at me.

As I near the back of the museum I hear voices.

“We are not fools Percy Jackson,” says a woman, “it was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain.”

My ears perk at that last sentence and I walk over quietly. I spot a boy around my age, he looked like he was being scolded by a woman. She was older, gray hair and a faded biker jacket. She could’ve easily been a random biker, but I guessed she was the boys teacher. Her voice reminded me of the many times I got scolded at the orphanage.

I crouch behind a frieze of Greek gods. I was behind the teacher but one sudden move and the boy would spot me so I steadied my breath. I didn’t know why I was so intrigued with this scene, maybe because I could relate to it in some way or maybe I was bored and wanted drama. Either way, I sat and watched.

“Well?” the woman hisses.

“Ma’am, I don’t…”

“Your time is up.”

Well that’s a weird way to put it, I think to myself. I didn’t know what school they came from, but I was glad I didn’t attend it.

Suddenly her fingers start stretching into what loo like claws. I blink a couple times trying to understand what’s going on. I have barely processed the hands when her jacket molds into wings. I sit there frozen.

“What. The…” I mutter under my breath.

Was this some sort of museum attraction? No, because that wouldn’t make sense. But then again, neither did this.

I flinch as a man in a wheelchair rolls up behind me.

“Use the bracelet,” is all he says to me before rolling closer to the boy, “what ho, Percy!” and then he does the weirdest thing. Well considering the past minute, it wasn’t that weird. He tossed the boy, Percy, a pen. What in the world would a pen do?

The man rolls past me, “help the boy, use your bracelet,” and then he’s gone.

I turn and see the woman, teacher, monster thing slashing at the boy. He’s helplessly swinging the sword in his hands.

Wait, when did he get a sword. I shake my head, trying to understand everything, but I quickly realize that this… thing… was going to kill the boy if I didn’t do something, and quickly.

I remember the wheel chair man's words, “use your bracelet,”

I pull it out of my pocket. As I look at it, my eyes widen. The charms grow and grow until I’m holding a bow and a quiver of arrows. I stand there, frozen, unsure of what to do with the weapons I now hold.

I’m forced out of my state of shock when I hear a loud screech.

“Die honey,” the monster reels into the air, her wings batting.

A sudden wave of adrenaline rushes over me and I place the quiver on the ground, pulling an arrow out. I knock it into the bow seamlessly-I would have to look into that later-and I pull it back, releasing the arrow right as the monster is about to land on the boy. At the same time that my arrow hits the monster, he slashes his sword, hitting the monster's shoulders.

I’m shaking as the monster melts into ashes, blowing away in a nonexistent breeze, leaving the smell of sulfur.

“What in the..” I look at the boy, trying to process the moment.

We were alone. When I look at the boy's hand, he holds a pen. I look down at my own hand expecting to see an arrow, instead, I have a bracelet clipped neatly around my wrist. I turn to look for the quiver of arrows, but they, like the bow, have disappeared.

“Y- you saw that right?” I turn as the boy speaks.

“Yeah..” I blink and pinch the bridge of my nose, “and you… were holding a sword, I didn’t imagine that… right?”

“Yeah, but, I don’t..” he trails off.

“I’m uh.. My name’s Valleri,” I laugh, trying to shake the moment away.

“Percy,” he says, still staring at the spot where the monster had been, “that was my teacher.”

The way he says it makes me burst out laughing, “I’m sorry, that was just… I’m a little overwhelmed,” I hold up my hand, it’s still shaking. Percy holds his own hand up, trembling just as much as mine, he smiles slightly.

“We should probably go tell someone,” he says.

“Yeah," I stare at the spot where his teacher had once stood. Who’ll believe us?

Chapter 03

{We Tell The Truth}

“Not funny, man, this is serious,”

We had left the museum and now Percy was trying to tell his friend what had happened, but the boy claimed he didn’t remember, or know, a Mrs. Dodds, the teacher who had turned into the monster.

Keith comes trotting up behind me. I see him and Percy’s friend share a look.

They have to know each other, I think to myself, there’s something Keith isn’t telling me.

I look up at the sky as thunder booms. It had started to rain again. I frown, I had hoped the sun would stay out longer.

I notice Percy walk over to a man. As I follow him I notice that the man was in fact the man in the wheelchair, the one who had thrown Percy the pen.

“Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensils in the future, Mr. Jackson,” the man comments.

I look at Percy’s hand where he’s still holding the pen.

“Sir, where’s Ms. Dodds?” Percy asks.

“Who?” the man stares at us blankly.

“The woman, you know, gray hair, pulled so tight it looks like she has a permanent headache? The one with the biker jacket?” I describe the woman from the museum.

“There is no Ms. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy academy. Are you two feeling alright?”

I glance at Percy. His eyebrows are knit together as if he’s thinking.

“Mr…”

“Brunner,” the teacher tells me.

“Mr. Brunner. Do you not remember coming in and throwing Percy that pen?”

The teacher shakes his head, “I’ve been reading out here the whole time, I don’t know what you two are going on about.”

I turn as I hear the sound of heels approaching.

“Valleri,” I shrink as the Headmaster clicks over, “what on Earth are you doing, bothering this class?” She gives an apologetic look to Mr. Brunner, “I deeply apologize, we will be on our way now.”

“But-” I glance at Percy.

“Valleri- I don’t want to hear it- have a wonderful day,” she smiles sweetly at Percy and Mr. Brunner before escorting me back over to our bus, where everyone is already boarded.

“Keith, come on,” she looks at Keith who is talking to Percy’s friend. He says something to the other boy before quickly following us.

I hear snickers from the kids as we get on the bus. I just cross my arms and walk all the way to the back and sit, looking out the window. The rain was coming down hard now and I felt like each raindrop was another addition of confusion to my life.

I flinch as Keith sits next to me, “so… you left to go to the bathroom… and came back with a boy, claiming that a Mrs. Dodds woman tried to kill you?”

“I don’t want to hear any questions from you right now, things are confusing as is. Why don’t you answer my question?” I mutter through clenched teeth, “how do you know Percy’s friend?”

“So you’re on a first name basis with this boy,” Keith smirks, trying to change the subject.

“Keith..” I warn, my voice low.

“I-I don’t exactly know him… I’ve seen him around.. Before..” he grimaces.

I was too tired to try and get anything else out of him, “whatever,” I lean my head against the cold window and watch the watery landscape whip by, wondering if I was going crazy.

CHAPTER 04

{ We Meet the Garbage man }

“I want the yard to be sparkling clean,” the Headmaster croons.

It’s the next day and Keith and I are facing our punishment. Yard cleaning.

Royds Home for children was nice, considering other orphanages I’d seen, but it wasn’t any picnic in the park. There were leaks in the ceiling, holes in the pipes, lights that didn’t work, and the yard… safe to say it looked more like a jungle of weeds. I had often wondered why the administration hadn’t cleaned it up more. They always said that they didn’t have enough money, but I knew that was a lie because if that was true, how did they afford the field trip to the Met. Or maybe they had saved the yard for moments like these, to punish kids. None of it made sense, but then again, nothing for the past 24 hours had made sense.

I was still in shock from what had happened yesterday. Keith refused to admit he had been talking to the boy and it was starting to make me feel like I had imagined everything, even Percy.

“You two antagonized students plus a teacher from another school.”

No, I had not imagined Percy.

“And you,” she turns to me, “disrupted the guests in the museum.

“Wait what?” I look at her in bewilderment.

“We got a complaint this morning from the gallery, apparently an old woman heard you and a boy yelling and it disrupted her visit,” the Headmaster crosses her arms.

“But I-” No one had even been in the museum while we were in there..

“I don’t want to hear it,” she holds her hand up, silencing me, “now you two had better get to work before these clouds break,” she looks up at the sky and retreats into the house, clucking her tongue.

“Well…” Keith says, looking at the forest of weeds, “where do we start?”

“I don’t know,” I groan, “I guess, you take that side and I’ll take this side?”

Keith shrugs, “sure”

We get on our hands and knees and begin our punishment, weeding the unwanted grasses and prickers from the muddy dirt.

It’s not long before I break into a sweat. Despite the cold weather, I was stripping off my jacket in a matter of minutes.

—

“Hey, you kids need help?”

It was 3 hours later, we had gotten about half the yard weeded. I look up at the voice and spot a beefy looking man. He smiles wickedly and I spot about half a set of crooked teeth.

“Uh, no, we’re good,” Keith says, standing.

“I think you guys need some help, looks like hell in there,” he walks in through the gate.

I stand, “yeah, no thank you,” I yell at him, “that’s close enough,” all my stranger danger alerts were going off.

He was wearing a cap so I couldn’t exactly see his face but I could tell he wasn’t good. I felt a tug at my gut and I glanced at Keith.

“I think it’s time for a break,” he says, backing up towards the house.

“Yeah, good idea,” I agree.

We both walk hurriedly back up the steps and into the house. The second we close the door, I hear the Headmaster clicking down the stairs.

“What are you two-”

“There’s a weird man outside,” I say, my breath heavy in my throat.

“Hm,” she walks over to the door, opening it.

Keith and I shrink as she looks outside.

“It is just the garbage man,” she scolds, “now get back outside, the rain is supposed to hold off for another hour.”

“But-”

“Nope, out,” she ushers us outside.

I flinch as she slams the door behind us. So much for child protection.

I look in the direction of the garbage man.

He starts to walk towards us.

“What’s this guy's problem?” I mutter to Keith.

“I don’t know, but he doesn’t look good,” he says. I’m shocked at how his voice grows steady. That wasn’t normal for him.

The man gets closer and Keith turns to me, “so, that man isn't normal,” he starts.

“Thanks, Keith, I think you cracked the case,” I say sarcastically.

“No I mean, he literally isn’t human.”

“What are you-” my breath catches as the man takes off his cap.

His bald head is lumpy but that’s not what catches my attention. My eyes travel down they meet his, but where there should be two eyes, there’s only one, bloodshot, watery eye.

“Keith, what the fuck, is that?” I yell at him.

“That- is a cyclops,” he says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world, “and I think it wants to kill you.”

Ψ Chapter 05

{ I Find out My Friend’s a Goat }

“Run, I’ll hold him off,” Keith yells at me.

“But- how- where,” I look at him, wide eyed.

“Run to the bus terminal, I’ll meet you there!” he yells.

“But-” how would he fight the monster alone?

“GO!”

I run out the side gate, my eyes trained on what’s in front of me.

“Run to the bus station, what in the heck does he mean by that? This is crazy, I should’ve just run inside and got the headmaster. What am I doing, I left Keith- but he told me to leave him with the random guy. Why would he do that? The guy had one eye, what is going on?” I mutter to myself as I run.

I struggle to find my where abouts but soon I find myself running into the city. I spot a subway and realize I’m only a half mile from the nearest bus station. I change my direction and continue to run, my chest rising and falling. It’s humid out and the air I breathe in is palpable, I can almost taste it and it’s like I’m swimming through the street.

I’m out of breath when I reach the station. I wonder what to do next as I sit on the bench. How did I know that Keith would meet me here? Holy shit, I was going to be in so much trouble with the Headmaster, I would be weeding the front yard for life.

“Valleri?”

I turn at the voice.

“Grover?” I recognized the boy as Percy’s friend.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Where’s Percy?” I ask him.

Grover pauses, “I lost him, he was supposed to wait for me but just disappeared, I’d assume he went to his home,” he explains. He looked almost disapointed in himself, “what are you doing here? Where’s Kei- er, your friend” he asks, a slight flush covering his face.

“I don’t think you’d believe me,” I mutter.

“Try me.”

“Ok…” I tell him what had happened and by the time I’m done his eyes are wide.

“Ok, follow me,” he takes my arm and pulls me back in the direction of the orphanage.

“What?! Are you crazy, why are we heading towards the danger?? We need to find the police or something!!” I exclaim, shaking my arm from his hand.

“Do you want your friend to die?” he asks me, his voice rising.

“N- no-”

“Well that thing, tha-that cyclops, is going to kill him if you don’t help him. Right. Now.”

“Don’t you have to find Percy? And WHOA- why are you saying, ‘if you don’t help him’? That’s implying that only I will be helping him,” I try and keep up with him as he runs.

“Yes, you have a bow and arrows correct? And as for Percy, he will be safe for now, he’s with his mom.”

“How did you-”

“Never mind that, let’s go.”

I run behind him back to the orphanage. Back to the cyclops.

—

We reach the orphanage and I feel as though I might pass out from the exertion, but when I turn to Grover he looks like he took a nice stroll. He must’ve been in better shape then I thought.

I grow panicked when I don’t see Keith.

“He was here 15 minutes ago,” I hyperventilate.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Grover mutters, looking around.

“But he couldn’t have gone far, what if the cyclops took him. Oh my god this is not good, I can’t lose the one person that matters in my life,” I rant looking around.

“You guys look awful,” I whip around at the voice.

“Oh thank god,” I breath a sigh of relief as Keith walks out of the orphanage.

“I was just about to go find you Valleri,” he says, coming down the steps.

“Well you sure took your time, I was so worried about you,” I run over to him and hug him.

“Well the cyclops is gone so you’re safe for now,” he says as I pull away.

“For now?” I repeat, “how did you…”

“Yeah,” Grover cuts in, “why don’t we explain everything on the road?” he glances nervously in the direction we came from, “I’m worried about Percy. His mother told me that she is going to take him to a small cabin on the beach, about an hour from here. I’m supposed to meet them, I guess you guys should come too.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” I say, backing up, “we’re just going to leave?” I exclaim, “we’re going to get in so much trouble,” I turn to Keith.

“We have much bigger problems,” he states.

How could anything get more problamatic?

“Can I at least pack some stuff?” I ask.

Grover glances at Keith who responds, “sure, but make sure the Headmaster doesn’t see you, and don’t pack too much.”

I nod, “I’ll be quick,” I run inside, heading up the stairs quietly.

A couple kids give me weird looks as I rush to my room but I just ignore them.

I open the chest at the end of my bed and pull out a small Jansport backpack and the few items that I have a sentimental connection to. A journal, my leather jacket, and a small pocket knife. I glance at the converse sitting in the corner and decide to throw those in as well. I put in two days worth of clothes, so all my clothes, plus a hairbrush and zip up the backpack. I straighten and look around the room. I had a small feeling that this would be the last time I would be in my room for a very long time. I glance at the ravens at my window sill, they seemed to be ansy, as if they were ready to leave as well. I shake my head and walk out of my room, closing my door quietly.

“Ms. Valleri, where are you off too?” I slowly turn as I hear the Headmasters voice, “I thought you were supposed to be weeding?” she crosses her arms staring at me.

“This is just full of… supplies,” I motion to my backpack, hoping it would be convincing enough.

“And where did you get the supplies?” she raises and eyebrow.

“I… found them?.. We’re almost done, I promise,” I start to walk away.

“Ok, well just be done before the storm,” I hear her heels click away.

I felt kind of bad for lying to her. Sure she could be mean at times, but she always took care of us and, plus, I had lived this long hadn’t I? I guess I should have been thanking her.

I shake that thought from my head and hurry out the front door.

“All set?” Keith asks.

“Yep, lets go.”

I follow the two boys back to the bus stop. Thank god we walked this time.

It bagins to rain as we treck forward and I pull my hood over my hair.

I glance ahead suspiciously as the two guys speakk in hushed voices. It was as if they had been friends their whole life. Honestly, at this point, after everything that had happened, I wouldn’t be surprised if they had known eachother for ever. Keith had only arrived at the orphanage a year ago and had never told me anything about his old life, only that it was wonderful. I often made up images of what his life had been like before he had come to Royds Home for Children. I always imagined he had been rich and his parents had died in a tragic car accident. Every time I asked for any information he either flat out denied me or changed the subject.

They both turn to look at me as they walk and I raise an eyebrow at them, frowning. They just look at me weird, turn around, and continue to walk. They were both strange.

Soon we make it to the bus station. It was pouring by now and we all take cover under the bus overhang.

“Uh, guys,” I say, looking at their hair, “I don’t know what it is but you both have bumps on your head, you might want to get that checked out… hm, you guys are like… matching, what, did you both bump heads?” I snicker at my joke. Their hair was wet from the rain and had given way to two sets of identical bumps.

I stop laughing as double looks of fear wash over their faces.

Keith recovers first, “let’s just tell her,” he mutters to Grover.

“About time you tell me something, wait… tell me what?”

They share a look again.

“Could you two stop communicating telepathically and tell me whatever is on your minds?” I sigh in frustration.

All the sudden Grover bends down and takes off his shoe.

“Whoa, I said to tell me what’s going on, not flash me with you’re feet,” I grimace.

My look of disgust quickly changes to fear and then to uncertainty as I see what’s in his shoe.

Instead of human feet, a cloven hoof hits the ground.

“What the…” I turn and see that Keith has taken his shoes off as well, revealing a similar set of hooves, “you too?!” I exclaim in shock.

Then it dawns on me. I look back up at their heads. What I thought were bumps, were actually horns or antlers or whatever. I looked back down at their hooves then back up at their heads.

“I didn’t think my life could get any weirder,” I mutter just as a bus comes hissing to a stop.

The boys both have their shoes back on and they enter the bus. I stand there still in shock.

“You comin’?” the bus driver asks me.

I blink, “oh, yeah, sorry,” I walk on and find a seat near the two boys- goats- goat boys? I honestly didn’t know.

The bus lurches to a start and I glance out the window at the rising storm. What was next, a dragon, a god, a mythical world? At this point, anything was possible.

Chapter 06

{ The Minotaur }

Wind swirls around me and I open my eyes trying to gather my surroundings. I stand on a beach, angry waves crashing a few feet away. Sand cuts at my skin and I dig my feet into the beach keeping the wind from pushing me back. I look down, I’m wearing a white toga with a golden arm band swirling down my right forearm. I lift my hand to my hair and, despite the wind, a golden laurel sits perfectly still on my head.

My eyes burn from the wind and salt but I spot a figure a couple feet away, it was the same figure from all my dreams. I push against the wind trying to reach the person. I get close enough for the figure to come into focus.

I feel my heart quicken, what was he doing in my dream.

4 feet away stood Percy. He too wore a white toga and, instead of a golden laurel like I adorned, he had a laurel of leaves. His face was molded into the same look of confusion as mine. His mouth opened as if he was trying to say something, but just as all my other dreams, the wind muffled his voice.

Suddenly the ground rumbles and I hear deep voice from below us. It sounds like a chanting but it’s clearly someone talking, maybe reciting something.

I choke on sand as I gasp, my feet begin to sink into the sand, pulling me down.

“HELP ME!” I scream, trying to pull my feet free. I reach out, “PERCY!” I can’t even hear my own voice over the sound of the wind and chanting.

A look of fear washes over his face and he lunges towards me, but his feet are stuck in the sand and he falls forward, catching himself on his hands. Suddenly he disappears as if the wind had torn him away. I feel tears forming in my eyes. This wasn’t happening.

“SHIT! This is just a dream, it’s just a dream,” I mutter as I continue to sink. I bury my face in my hands muttering over and over again, “it’s just a dream, it’s just a dream.”

Soon I’m buried up to my neck and I squeeze my eyes shut. The storm still swirls around, whipping sand at my face. I inhale, prepared to go under the sand.

I hear a hissing sound and my eyes shoot open. I’m on the bus.

It was just a dream.

My chest rises and falls and my throat feels as if I had eaten a crap ton of sand. I wipe my face when I realize there’s a tear falling down my cheek.

I wasn’t sure what that dream meant or if it meant anything at all, but I had a strong sense that it meant something bad was coming.

“Val,” I flinch as Keith calls my name, “are you ok?” he asks as I turn to him.

I nod, “j-just a dream,” I grab my backpack and stand, filing out of the bus.

Grover straightens as we join him, “Ok, it’s a short walk, I know it’s raining… and it will be dark soon… but we’ll be fine,” Grover says, as if he’s trying to convince himself, beginning to walk. He mutters something under his breath to Keith.

I wrap my arms around my stomach, trying to shake the dream from my system. It had felt too real.

Keith pulls back to walk next to me, “what was the dream?” he asks me softly

I pause before telling him the events. When I’m done I ask him what it could mean.

“Let’s just hope that it doesn’t mean anything,” he says, “I’m sure it’s nothing… I would ask Percy about it though.”

“Why him?” I ask.

“He was in it was he not?”

“Well… yeah..”

“It could’ve been a shared dream, it’s more common in half bloods than you think.”

“Half bloods?”

“I’ll explain everything to you later,” he sighs, looking down at me.

I smile softly, wiping rain from my face. I was absolutely soaked and since it was beginning to grow dark, the air grew colder. I shivered under my hoodie and tucked my hands into my arm pits.

“You cold?” Keith asks, nudging me.

“A little,” I look down at my feet. I blink in confusion as I see his hooves trotting next to mine.

“The shoes got heavy with the rain,” he smiles sheepishly, noticing my look of confusion.

I roll my eyes, “I still can’t believe you’re half goat.”

“A satyr,”

“What?”

“I’m a satyr,” he corrects, mocking a pained expression.

“Sorry, sorry. I can’t belive you’re a satyr,” I corect.

“Better,” he smiles.

We walk shoulder to shoulder on the side of the road. The rain was coming down in sheets now and I wondered how much longer I needed before I got hypothermia.

“So,” I say, “you and Grover… I’m gonna assume you two have known eachother for quite some time?”

“Yeah, we grew up together,” he smiles ahead, looking at the satyr leading the way.

“You two seem close, and by the way you suck at acting,” I nudge him playfully.

Before he can respond, a small, run down, home comes into view. The lights glow inside and I quicken my pace, ready to warm up.

I freeze as I hear a loud rour come from the darkness behind us. It seemed pretty far away but I knew right away that it had to be a monster. No forest creature made that kind of noise.

“Shoot, shoot, shoot, guys come on,” Grover motions to us, “we gotta go.”

We run through the dark, pushing through the rain.

I’m shivering as we reach door to the small building. Grover pounds his fist on the door.

The door opens after a minute of Grovers hurried knocking. A woman comes into view.

“What were you thinking?” Grover asks the woman, panting from running.

The woman turns around and yells into the house, “Percy what happened at school? What didn’t you tell me?”

I assume she’s Percy’s mother.

She opens the door wider and I spot him a couple feet behind her. He was looking at Grover as if he was in shock. His eyes shift to me and widen even more. I wave slightly.

“It’s right behind us!” Grover explains, “Percy, why didn’t you tell her?!” he starts to hyper ventilate.

“Percy, tell me now!” his mother commands.

We all stare at Percy waiting for him to answer. He mutters, retelling the story of his teacher and how she had tried to kill us.

I grimace at his moms reaction. She takes a deep breath.

“Everyone in the car now. Go!”

I don’t wait for a her to tell me twice. I follow the satyrs over to a small Camaro.

“Hi, sorry for barging in,” I tell Percy’s mother.

The frantic look that’s plastered on her face melts for a moment, “you’re totally all right honey. We should hurry. Percy, let’s go!” her face tightens as she runs around the side of the car and slips into the drivers seat.

I wait to get into the car as Percy runs over. We share a look before getting in. I could tell instantly that he was just as disoriented and confused as I was.

The car pulls out onto the road immediately.

I feel fear tug at my stomach as we tear through the pitch black, rain pounding on the windsheild.

I can see Percy glancing back at the three of us stuffed into the middle seat. Two satyrs and a random girl he had a trauma bond with. Yeah I’d be weirded out as well. I had gotten past the stage of shock, somewhere between the cyclops and the whole satyr situation.

He glances at Grover and then at his mother, “so… do you two know eachother?”

“Not exactly,” he responds, “I mean we’ve never met in person. But she knew I was watching you.”

“Watching me?”

“Keeping tabs on you. Making sure you were ok. But I never faked being your friend. I am your friend.”

“So what… are you guys exactly?”

I decide to cut in, “they’re satyrs, we didn’t hallucinate the creepy bat lady, and now there is a monster chasing us. All caught up?” I say quickly.

“But why did they pretend to not know a Mrs. Dodds?” Percy asks me.

I open my mouth realizing I didn’t know the answer to that one.

“Basically the less you know, the fewer monsters you attract,” Keith responds for me, “we put mist over the humans eyes. We’d hoped you two would think the Kindly One was a hallucination but it became too obvious as you started to figure out who you are,”

“Who we are?”

“Wait what?”

Percy and I ask at the same time.

Suddenly a loud bellow rips through darkness. The monster was growing closer.

“We don’t have enough time to explain right now, but we need to get you two to safety,” Percy’s mother says firmly. Her knuckles are white on steering wheel and I could tell she was trying to focus on the road.

“Safety from what?” Percy asks.

“Just the lord of the dead and all his blood thirsty minions,” Grover bleats nervously.

“WHAT?!” I shout.

“Grover!” both Keith and Percy’s mother exclaim.

“Where are we going?” Percy asks as his mom makes a hard left.

“That camp I told you about,” she replies.

“Camp?” I turn to Keith.

“You’ll see,” he mutters.

My eyebrows knit together.

A roar explodes from behind us, I turn and see a large figure lumbering behind us.

“Grover, Keith… what. Is. That?” I ask in terror. The two of them ignore me, focusing on the road ahead.

“Almost there, come on, another mile,” Percy’s mom mutters under her breath.

I clench my fists pushing the rising nausau in my stomach down. I prayed that we got to wherever we were going soon.

Suddenly a flash of light blinds me and the next moment I’m upside down. I groan as the car teeter totters. Lights dance before my eyes and I blink trying to clear my vision. I unbuckle my seat belt and fall onto my back. My backpack is wedged in between the seat in front of me and the wall of the car.

My breathe catches in my throat as I spot Grover, limp against Keith. Keith’s eyes are wide in shock.

“Percy, Valleri, get out of the car…” Percys mom says, her tone was deadly serious but I glance at Keith, holding onto Grover.

“Go,” he tells me, “it’s not us that thing is after, they’re here for you. You see that big tree at the top of the hill?” I glance up and spot it, lit up by lightning, he nods, “good, run there, as fast as you can. That’s the property line, once you get there don’t stop running until you reach the farmhouse, yell for help. Understand? ” he spots the concern on my face, “we will be fine. GO!”

I climb out the door and start running. I pause and turn, “PERCY COME ON!” I yell into the rain. I see him climb out with Keith and Grover. His mom climbs out as well.

Fool.

I turn as I hear brush cracking from behind me. I scream as I spot a bull racing towards me. Except it couldn’t be a bull because it had a mans body from its torso down. I begin racing in the opposite direction.

I trip and fall over a root, pain shooting up my ankle. I look up in terror as the monster approaches me. He smacks me to the side and I hit a tree falling limp as I hit the ground, my head hitting a rock. I grimace as I try to stand. Patches of black consume my vision. I can hear Keiths voice yelling somewhere. He seems far away.

I feel a pull in my gut as the monster turns from me and towards the group.

“No,” I mutter finding my balance.

My vision is blurry but I see Percy’s mom and Keith run away from Percy and Grover. I can hear them yelling. I feel my self falling and I lean my hand against the tree.

“No,” I whimper slightly as the momster turns towards the two of them, “No, Keith!” I yell.

“Hey, monster!” I yell again, weaker this time. I fail to get his attention and try stumbling towards it but I lose my balance as pain shoots up my leg and I fall. I feel a hot sticky sibstance rolling down my face and I realize with a shock that it’s blood. I lift my hand to my temple. I grow weak as blood pools into my hand.

The monster starts hurtling towards Keith and Percy’s mom.

I scream as it grabs the two of them, squeezing.

“No, no, no,” I sob.

“RUN!” I hear Keith yell faintly, I start to hear ringing in my ears.

I let out a scream of horror as Keith suddenly crumbles into golden ashes, blowing away in the storm.

“KEITH! NO!” I feel a wave of rage bubble through me, giving me strength to stand.

I spot Percy running towards the monster as well, anger rippling across his face. He had lost his mother just like I had lost Keith. I stumble and catch myself on the ground.

Percy runs at the monster, jumping up and grabbing it’s horns. I look down at my bracelet and pray that I wasn’t wrong about what I was about to do.

I unclip it and hold it in front of me, praying to anyone. As I open my eyes I’m holding a golden bow and a quiver of arrows, the same ones from the museum. I immedietaly knock an arrow into the bow and shoot. My vision is too blurred though and I miss. I shoot again. This time it hits its target. At the same time it hits the monsters back, Percy rips off the horn he’s holding onto and stabs it into the head of the monster. Just like the one from two days ago, the monster lets out a roar and billows into a dust subastance and disappears.

I catch my breathe, my vision slowly getting darker and darker. I feel the rain stop falling and I collapse onto the ground.

A minute later, two figures grab my arms helping me up.

“Food,” one of them murmers, leaning against the other.

“Come on Valleri, we need to get over the hill,” the other one says, helping me stand. His voice wavers.

We all lean on eachother as we treck up the hill. Thunder rumbles above us as we pass the large pine.

My vision blacks and suddenly I’m on a porch, my cheek resting on the cold wood.

“Get them inside, quick,” says a voice.

“They’re the ones, they must be,” a girls voice fades in.

“Silence Annabeth, they’re still concious,” says another voice.

Then everything goes black.

Chapter 07

{ A God, a Centaur, and a Coke Can }

I toss and turn. Wake and sleep. In and out. I don’t know how long I’m out for but everytime I wake up, a girl is leaning over me. Her hair falls in braids. Her gray eyes inspect me. A couple times she asks me questions but I don’t remember what they are.

I vaguely remember drinking hot chocolate but I’m pretty sure that was a dream. The thick substance filled my body with warmth and energy.

I keep having the same dream from the bus over and over again, it’s like it’s on a loop. Each time right as I’m neck deep in the sand I wake up, my vision blurry and aching.

On what I think is the fifth loop of the nightmare I wake up and see Percy laying in a cot next to me. The same girl is gently dabbing the wounds on his arm. I feel a sense of protection wave over me.

“Don’t touch him,” I snap, or I try to snap, it comes out as more of a gurgle.

She turns, “you’re awake,” she comes over, “here drink some of this,” she lifts a spoon full of something to my lips. I swallow the substance, warmth spreading through me. It tasted like a milkshake yet it felt warm.

She turns and goes back over to Percy as he mumbles something.

“I said don’t touch him,” I didn’t know this girl and I didn’t know what she was feeding us, but I did know Percy and at that moment in time, he and Grover were the only two people who meant something in my life, and I didn’t want to lose them either.

“Sorry,” she backs away, looking at me, “you should rest,” she places a cool washcloth over my forehead, and I feel my eyelids getting heavy. I fall back into the toss and turn again.

I’m on about the 12th repeat of the nightmare when I wake up for good. I’m laying on a cot in a sunny room. I sit up, pain shooting through my head. I look out the window to my left and see a sunny deck. I swing my feet onto the ground and push myself to stand. I’m shocked when only a mild pain flares in my ankle. I could’ve sworn I had sprained it or even broken it.

My mind flicks back to last night. Keith… a wave of sadness pulls my heart into my stomach. The only person who had actually cared about me in my life… was gone. I wished everything had just been one big nightmare, or that we could rewind to before the cyclops, heck even to before the field trip and Mrs. Dodds.

I wipe my tears as the door to the room opens.

Grover trots in holding a box, “hey,” he says softly.

“Hi,” my throat feels like I have never had a cup of water in my life.

“How are you doing?” he asks.

“Fine… I guess,” I pick at my hands, “it was all real wasn’t it?” I ask. I know I sound stupid but I want to know.

He nods, “yes.”

I straighten, “where’s Percy?” I ask.

“I was just about to go see him.”

I follow him out of the room, limping slightly.

We come out onto the same deck I had seen from the room. I see Percy sitting in a chair a couple feet away. He tries to grab a glass sitting next to him but almost drops it.

“Careful,” Grover says, trotting over to him.

Percy looks up and then at the box in Grover’s hand, “you saved my life,” he explains when he sees Percy’s eyes trained on what he’s holding. I don’t know if I imagine it, but I see his face fall, “I… Well, the least I could do… I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this.”

I watch as Grover places the box on Percy’s lap.

My eyes widen as I see what’s inside. I black and white bull’s horn. The one Percy had torn off of the minotaur. The tip of it was splattered with the blood of the monster.

“The minotaur,” Percy says.

“Um, Percy, it isn’t a good idea-”

“That’s what they call him in the Greek myths isn’t it?”

“Half bull, half man,” I recall from what Keith had told me a while ago. Percy looks up from the horn and at me. I feel a tidal wave of connection as we lock eyes.

Grover shifts uncomfortably, “you guys have been out for two days. How much do you remember?”

“My mom, is she really…”

I feel a tug at my heart as his face falls. I shift my eyes to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Grover sniffled, “I’m a failure. I’m- I’m the worst satyr in the world.”

His shoe comes off as he stomps his foot, revealing a cloven hoof shaped hole in the styrofoam filling the shoe, “Oh, Styx!” he mumbles.

Thunder rumbles across the blue sky and I try to find any sign of a storm.

Percy looks down at the horn as if in thought.

I walk over to Grover who is sniffling, he looks sad so I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault,” I tell him.

“Yes. Yes it was. I was supposed to protect him,”

Percy looks up as Grover points at him.

“It was my job. I’m a keeper. At least… I was,” he looks down and I see his face fall.

“But why..” Percy asks, his voice stopping as he swallows, trying to find himself. He looks as if he might hurl.

I walk over, “here,” I hold his cup for him, “don’t strain yourself,” I question the strange sense of protection and the need to help him. I feel drawn to stay with him until he’s healed.

He recoils at the taste and I pull the cup away, “what’s wrong with it?” I ask.

“It tastes… like my moms chocolate chip cookies…” he looks at the cup, his eyebrows knit together. He lifts a hand to his cheek as if remembering his mother.

He drains the cup quickly and I set it down on the table next to him.

“How do you feel?” Grover asks, coming closer.

“Like I could throw Nancy Bobofit a hundred yards.”

“That’s good. I don’t think you could risk drinking any more of that stuff,” he explains.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

He looks out into the field ignoring my question, “come on. Chiron and Mr. D are waiting for you two.”

I follow him, Percy behind me, around the porch.

I limp on my ankle, the pain still numbing. I could tell that Percy was trying to find his footing as well, holding onto the horn still.

My eyes widen as we come to the opposite side of the house. A valley spread out all the way until it met the water. Little buildings were scattered across the landscape. They looked like newer versions of ancient Greek architecture. Different kids walk around, some playing volleyball, others were canoeing. My eyes are drawn to a group of kids, shooting arrows at targets a little bit away. They all dorn bright orange tshirts like Grover’s.

I spot two men sitting at a table a couple feet away. They’re playing cards, while a girl leans on the rail watching them. I recognize her as the girl who had been in the room with Percy and I.

I glance at one of the men, he was chubby and had the darkest black hair I had ever seen. He wore a tiger-pattern Hawiian shirt and had a mischivous look on his face as he looked at his cards.

“That’s Mr. D,” Grover mutters to us, “he’s the director. Be polite. The girl, that’s Annabeth Chase, she’s just a camper, but she’s been here longer than just about anybody. And you two already know Chiron…” I quickly realize that he’s Percy’s teacher, the one who had thrown Percy the pen. What was he doing here?

“Mr. Brunner!” Percy exclaims.

“Ah, good, Percy, Valleri” he greets us.

Mr. D looks up at us with bloodshot eyes and a frown, “oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to camp Half Blood. There. Now, don’t expect me to be glad to see you.”

I grimace at his tone of voice and I step to the side, closer to where Percy was standing, away from the man.

“Annabeth?” Mr. Brunner slash Chiron calls to the blond girl who was looking at us, “this young lady nursed you two back to health. Annabeth, my dear, why don’t you go check on their bunks? We’ll put them in cabin eleven for now.”

“Sure Chiron,” she responds, looking at us. She has a strange look in her eyes, like she’s trying to figure us out. I shrink under her gaze.

She’s gorgeous with braids framing her face and those striking gray eyes. I feel self conscious in her presence, she has an athletic build and has her chin lifted. I gaze at my shoes unsure of where to look.

She shifts her gaze from me to Percy, “you drool when you sleep,” and then she runs off down the lawn.

I stifle a laugh as I look at him, his face is flushed.

“So,” he starts, changing the subject, “you work here, Mr. Brunner?”

“Not Mr. Brunner, I’m afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron.”

“Ok,” Percy says, confusion tainting his voice.

I look at the director, “does Mr. D stand for anything?” I ask.

Mr. D stops shuffling his cards and looks up at me with a certain look on his face, “young woman, names are powerful things. You don’t just go around using them for no reason.”

I shrink, flushing, “Right. Sorry.”

“Grover, are you playing or not?” Mr. D asks Grover who was standing a few feet away from him.

“Yes, sir!” he trembles, coming to sit in the chair next to the director.

“So… what is this place? What are we doing here?” Percy asks.

“Did your mother tell you nothing?” Chiron asks sympathetically.

“She told me she was afraid to send me here, even though my father wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn’t leave. She wanted to keep me close to her,” Percy explains, sadness rippling across his face at the memory of his mother.

I brush his hand sympathetically.

“Typical,” Mr. D snorts, “that’s how they usually get killed.”

“What?” I ask, crossing my arms. He couldn’t just go around saying rude stuff like that. I turn to Percy who has a look that’s between killing Mr. D and breaking down.

“I’m afraid there’s too much to tell,” Chiron explains, “I’m afraid our usual orientation film won’t be sufficient.”

“Orientation film?” Percy and I ask at the same time.

“Well you two know that Grover and Keith are satyrs,” Chiron explains. I feel a pain in my chest as he says Keith's name, “you know that you two killed the minotaur, which is no small feat either, I must add. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods- the forces you call the Greek gods- are very much alive.”

I stare out at the field before me, trying to wrap my head around this information.

“Mr. D,” Grover asks timidly, “if you’re not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?”

“Eh? Oh, all right.”

I stare at him like he’s crazy as he bites a large shard out of the empty can and chews it.

“So, you’re telling me that there is such a thing as God?” Percy asks from beside me.

I still stare ridiculously at Grover.

“Well, now, God- capital G, God. That’s a whole different matter altogether. We shan’t deal with the metaphysical.”

“Metaphysical?” I ask, tearing my eyes away from Grover.

“But you were just talking about-” Percy starts.

“Ah,” Chiron cuts in, “gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That’s a smaller matter.”

“Smaller?” I ask childishly.

“Yes, quite,” he turns to Percy, “the gods we discussed in Latin class.”

“Zues,” Percy starts, “Hera. Apollo. You mean them?”

Thunder rumbles through the sky. I look up, trying to find clouds but I’m met with blue skies.

“Young man,” interrupts Mr. D, “ I would really be less casual about throwing those names around, if I were you.”

“But they’re stories..” I state, “They- they’re myths, to explain lightning and the seasons and stuff. They’re what people believed before science,” my eyebrows knit together in confusion and I look at Percy who's also trying to understand.

“Science!” Mr. D scoffs, “and tell me, Vivian-”

“It’s Valleri,” I mutter, shrinking under his gaze.

“What will people think of your ‘science’ two thousand years from now?” Mt. D continues, “Hmm? They will call it primitive mumbo jumbo. That’s what. Oh, I love mortals- they have absolutely no sense of perspective. They think they’ve come so-o-o far. And have they Chiron? Look at these two children and tell me,” he waves a hand at Percy and I.

I didn’t like the way he was talking, I didn’t like the way he was motioning, and I certainly didn’t like the way he put everyone around him down beneath him, stomping all over us.

I cross my arms, flushing. I want to say something back but Percy gives me a warning look. I can tell he wants to say the same things as I, but he just shakes his head slightly. I wouldn’t have said anything even if he hadn’t told me to, but I still had the urge to open my mouth.

“Children, you may choose to believe or not, but the fact is that immortal means immortal. Can you imagine that for a moment, never dying? Never fading? Existing just as you are, for all time?”

Sounded pretty nice to me, but something in the way Mr. D was staring at me made me rethink that opinion.

“You mean, whether people believed in you or not,” Percy asks.

“Exactly,” Chiron agrees, “if you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if I told you, Perseus Jackson, that some day people would call you a myth. And you Valleri, were created to explain how little boys and girls can get over losing their mothers?”

I turn to Percy, Chiron had flown pretty close to the sun with that last comment. I take his hand in mine, squeezing it. His face carries a look of anger and I don’t blame him.

“I wouldn’t like it. But I don’t believe in gods,” I reply before Percy can say anything foolish.

“Oh you’d better before one of them incinerates you,” Mr. D mutters. I feel Percy’s grip tighten around my hand.

“P-please sir. They’ve both just lost people very special to them. They’re in shock,” Grover mumbles.

��A lucky thing too,” Mr. D grumbles, playing a card, “bad enough I’m confined to this miserable job working with children who don’t even believe!”

He waves a hand and a goblet appears on the table before us and fills with red wine. My eyes widen in shock.

“Mr. D,” Chirons warns, “your restrictions.”

Mr. D looks at the wine and feigns surprise, “dear me,” he looks up at the sky and yells, “old habits! Sorry!”

Thunder rumbles yet again.

Mr. D waves his hand and the goblet turns into a fresh can of Diet Coke. He sighs unhappily and drinks the soda, playing a card.

Chiron smiles cheekily at us, “Mr. D offended his father a while back, took fancy to a wood nymph who had been declared off- limits,” he explains.

“A wood nymph,” Percy repeats.

I continue to stare at the coke can, waiting for it to disappear any moment. I had to be hallucinating.

“Yes,” Mr. D confesses, “father loves to punish me. The first time, prohibition. Ghastly! Absolutely horrid ten years! The second time- well, she was really pretty, and I couldn’t keep my hands off -he sent me here. Half Blood Hill. Summer camp for brats like you two. ‘Be a better influence,’ he told me. ‘Work with youths rather than tearing them down.’ Ha! Absolutely unfair.”

I grimace at his words, he sounded like a child and I was one word away from punching his chubby little face.

“And..” Percy stammers, “your father is…”

“Di immortales, Chiron,” Mr. D exclaims, “I thought you taught this boy the basics. My father is Zeus, of course.”

“You’re Dionysus,” Percy states slowly, “the god of wine.”

I blink. My brain turns as I process everything.

Mr. D rolls his eyes, “what do the kids say, these days, Grover? Do the children say, ‘Well, duh!’?”

Grover nods quickly, “Y-yes, Mr. D.”

“Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?”

I stifle a laugh at that image and the Director shoots me a glare.

“You’re a god..” Percy says.

“Yes, child.”

“A god. You?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Mr. D whips his head at me and stares me down. A fire burns in his eyes and I realize I should’ve probably kept my mouth shut. The god stands and approaches me. In his chair he looked short and stubby but as he gets closer, I find myself looking up at him. I feel Percy tug my hand slightly, pulling me away from the god.

“Would you like to test me, child?” he says in a hushed tone that warns me against opening my mouth.

“No, of course not. Sorry sir,” I mutter quietly. I’m thankful for Percy’s hand keeping me grounded. I probably would’ve passed away out of fear.

The tension in the air falls and Mr. D turns to the table, sitting back down, “I believe I win.”

“Not quite, Mr. D,” Chiron says. He sets down a straight, tallies the points, and says, “the game goes to me.”

Mr. D just sighs, as if he’s used to losing to Chiron. He stands, Grover following his lead, “I’m tired, I believe I’ll take a nap before the sing along tonight. But first, Grover, we need to talk, again, about your less than perfect performance on this assignment.”

I look sympathetically towards Grover who is now sweating bullets, “y-yes, sir.”

Mr. D turns to us, “Cabin eleven children. And try to mind your manners.”

He sweeps into the farmhouse, Grover following, looking terribly nervous.

“Grover… he’ll be fine, right?” Percy asks Chiron.

Chiron nods, “Old Dionysus isn’t really mad. He just hates his job. He’s been… ah, grounded, I guess you would say, and he can’t stand waiting for another century before he’s allowed back to Olympus.”

“Wait,” I cut in, “Mt. Olympus? That’s real?” I ask.

“Well now, there’s Mount Olympus in Greece. And then there’s the home of the gods, the convergence point of their powers, which indeed used to be on Mount Olympus. It’s still called Mount Olympus, out of respect to the old ways, but the palace moves, Valleri, just as the gods do.”

“You mean the Greek gods are here?” Percy asks, “Like… in America?”

“Well, certainly. The gods move with the heart of the West,” Chiron explains.

“The what now?” I ask.

“Come now Valleri. What you call ‘Western civilization.’ Do you think it’s just an abstract concept? No, it’s a living force. A collective consciousness that has burned bright for thousands of years. The gods are part of it. You might even say they are the source of it, or at least, they are tied so tightly to it that they couldn’t possibly fade, not unless all of Western civilization were obliterated. The fire started in Greece. Then, as you all know- or as I hope you know -the heart of the fire moved to Rome, and so did the gods. Oh, different names, perhaps- Jupiter for Zeus, Venus for Aphrodite, and so on -but the same forces, the same gods.”

“And then… they died,” I state.

“Die? No. Did the West die? The gods simply moved, to Germany, to France, to Spain, for a while. Wherever the flame was brightest, the gods were there. They spent several centuries in England. All you need to do is look at the architecture. People do not forget the gods. Every place they’ve ruled, for the last three thousand years, you can see them in paintings, in statues, on the most important buildings. And yes, Valleri, of course they are now in the United States. Look at your symbol, the eagle of Zeus. Look at the statue of Prometheus in Rockefeller Center, the Greek facades of your government buildings in Washington. I defy you to find any American city where the Olympians are not prominently displayed in multiple places. Like it or not- believe me, plenty of people weren’t very fond of Rome either -America is now the heart of the flame. It is the great power of the West. And so, Olympus is here. And we are here.”

Silence.

I glance at Percy. How were we expected to believe all this? It was as if everything we had believed was now being torn away. I could feel the world change before my eyes.

Percy looks like he had a huge weight put onto his back, his eyes holding a sort of darkness to them, clouded by the confusion of everything Chiron had just told us.

“Who are you Chiron? Who… are we?” he asks slowly.

“Who are you? Well, that’s a question we all want answered, isn’t it? But for now, we should get you two a bunk in cabin 11. There will be new friends to meet. And plenty of time for lessons tomorrow. Besides, there will be smores at the campfire tonight, and I simply adore chocolate,” Chiron shifts in his chair as if adjusting the blanket over his knees.

I back up in shock, accidentally bumping into Percy, but he doesn’t notice, he’s too focused on the scene unfolding before us. Chiron lifts himself out of his chair. My brain tries to make sense of what I’m seeing. His legs stay put but his torso rises. My jaw is on the ground by the time he steps away from his wheelchair. Instead of a man standing before us, a centaur- lower body of a horse, upper body of a man -paws the ground.

“What a relief, I’ve been cooped up in there for so long, my fetlocks have fallen asleep. Now, come, Percy, Valleri. Let’s meet the other campers,” the horse man starts walking off the porch.

I stand there, frozen and turn slowly to look at Percy, his eyes are wide and his mouth is ajar in shock. We lock eyes and I realize I’ve stopped breathing.

It’s only as we start to walk down the steps that I realize we’re still holding hands. I gently pull away, suddenly hyper away of how sweaty my hands are.

I clear my throat and follow Chiron down into the valley.

#Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Percy Jackson fan fic #Rick Riordan #PJO #Percy Jackson #fluff

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usetheeauthor · 2 years ago

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The Nightmare on Hawkins Street +18 (Request)

Dom!Vecna x Dark!Virgin!Fem!Reader

A/N: Hey this is a request I took from a friend who loves the idea of Vecna as I do so I decided to write this. I made Vecna a kind of hybrid of Peter and Vecna so that it’s still has that monsterfucking aspect along with some human properties as i do not know Vecna’s full anatomy (also i just love jaime’s face)☺️ This will be like a diary entries of an anthropologist who slowly descends into a path of darkness.The diary will be first person but after it’ll be second point of view. Also I use the words “vines” and “tentacles interchangeably. Part 2

Summary: Banished to the world that has now became “The Upside Down”, Peter/Vecna marks his first victim an anthropologist with morbid curiosity. But when she shares his same philosophy, he finds himself wanting her by his side.

Word Count: 2.9k+

Warnings: mention of murder(s), morally ambiguous reader, loss of virginity, blood kink, use of tentacles (sexual), anal sex, choking, pain kink, spanking, vaginal penetration, corruption kink, spit as lube, degradation kink, doggystyle, drooling, tummy bulge, breeding kink, creampie, uses of names like “sir”, “master”, “king”, cum eating

June 16, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’ve seen him again today. Vecna. That’s what I call the monster that haunts my dreams. I’d accidentally fallen asleep from exhaustion for a split second and next thing I knew I was back in his lair. Whenever I’d close my eyes, he’d be behind them. Waiting. I’ve fought to stay awake ever since. He’s threatened to show me my “true nature” or so he puts it. Somehow knowing my true self scares me. I know I’m not like other my age. I’ve always had a fascination for things that are strange which only increased the moment I saw him.

Vecna looks pained. Like someone’s hurt him in the past. I found myself wanting to know who could have hurt monster like him. Yet from what I understood he was once man. A man who had his on motivations and his own ideals that were slowly ripped from him and banished from human society. Now he was a former shell of himself. Part man, part other worldly being seeking revenge and power. It’s like I could feel his every emotion. Like I know his story. I dare say that I sympathize with the entity.

June 20, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’d managed to close my eyes again. I don’t fear being dragged into his reality. I’ve embrace it. I’m still alive. I assume there must be some reason why he wants me alive. Maybe I could find him. Any chance I’d get to be in his world, I would commit every detail of the strange dimension, The Upside Down, to memory. I’d draw the details and displayed them on my wall. I’d stay up late nights going down a rabbit hole researching and looking into random experiments done in Hawkins hoping it’d mean I’d find him soon. I think he’s finally taken ahold of my mind. I welcome him.

June 30, 1983

Dear Diary,

Strange things are frequently happening in Hawkins. Murders, people disappearing, sightings of cryptid creatures. I know it’s him. He’s getting powerful. I could feel him getting powerful. It…excited me. I’ve never been so interested in learning about a person’s life the way I do now. To think that a human could be so powerful? Would be considered human at all since he’d been born with these gifts? I’d like to think that he could feel me, too. That he understood my devotion to him. That I’d only ran away and kept myself from sleeping because I was scared to know who I really am. But he’s shown me that gradually over time.

None of the research I’ve done in university could ever match what his existence. I want to know him now more than anything.

July 1, 1983

There it was in front of you. A gate to The Upside Down beckoning you to enter. It’s a hidden hole in a tree surrounded by a wet sac. You enter not even thinking of the consequences. This will be the first time you’ll get to see him physically so consequences be damned. You break through the slimy barrier. The cold wetness of the unidentifiable substance coating you and your scantily clad red dress.

Once you made it through, an immediate chill goes down your spine. You know he’s close. You explore the grounds, taking note of every sight. It looked just like your worlds except dark. You speculated that through this shadow world this was how he accessed his victims.

You walked through the streets searching for the street where your home lies. Not surprisingly, your home was in fact there. You walked through the doors. The atmosphere eerily still. Looking around, it’s like nothing changed. You notice a light under the door frame of your room upstairs. It grew bright. Tiptoeing up the steps, the floorboards creek underneath your bare feet. Your heart racing.

Once you’ve reached the room, you lower yourself down attempting to look under the door frame. No movement, just blinding light. You stand up, grip the knob, take a breath, and then slowly turn it. The light flickers as you walk through the room.

You notice your diary rested on your bed. You pick it up, flipping through it’s pages. It’s all of the entries you’ve written since the beginning of his mark on you. It’s practically duplicate.

Suddenly, the air shifts and you were sure you were alone anymore. Wet, heavy footsteps thumped against the floorboards. You don’t dare to turn to look. Even as the slick appendage wrapped around your neck, you remained still. You hear his rumbling growl.

“Y/N.” He says, turning you slowly to look at him. His voice, an overlay of a growling beast mix with a hint of his original innocent voice. His facial features part man, part creature. You could tell he was handsome with enticing lips and bright blue eyes. The other part of him was of this strange world. Dark, wrinkled wet skin almost reptilian and flesh in texture. He donned white clothes that had been torn and darkenedfrom what appeared to look as if he were struck by lightning. Several tentacles extended out and around him like extra limbs. Both sides of him were gorgeous and you could feel yourself weak at the knees at this discovery.

“My king.” You moaned.

He looked as if he was psychoanalyzing you in his head, trying to pick you apart. Were you here to serve him? The answer was yes. You were his to use. You spent years wanting to figure out the nuances of humanity and once you realized it, it only made you want to seek something new. Exciting. Morally corrupt. He was exactly who you needed.

“King?” He questions with a head tilt, releasing his grip from your neck.

You take this as an opportunity to show your worth to him. You fall to your knees, bowing your head and hands flat on the ground. You look up at him with admiration. “I understand. I know what you feel and how you think. For years, I’ve studied humanity. I’ve seen the things we’re all capable of. We are not perfect. We are destructive, cruel, irredeemable. That is why I give myself to you and will hang on every word you say. I want you to teach me to be in your light. To serve by your side and fulfill your every wish. I want to be perfect for you. Please claim my body as yours to use however you like.”

He takes a step closer to you, tilting your chin up with an elongated finger. “Such a needy little thing you are. Typical of you humans. Always wanting regardless of if it’s bad for you,” He pulls his cock from his confines. It’s hard and the tip leaking precum. It was large in length smooth, slimy, reptilian skin but appeared like the average male anatomy. “Go on. Show me how you’ll serve me.”

You take his harden member in your hand taking in its beauty. You’d never seen a man like him. You settled with the idea that he would be the one to take you precious flower. He was worthy of corrupting the purity you’ve tried to maintain.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, sucking hard. You earn a grunt from him. This makes you want to hear more. Lowering your mouth down to the base, you swallow around him. He looks so beautiful above you, watching you take his down your fragile throat. He couldn’t wait to rip you apart on his dick and show you how to be taken and trained properly.

A tentacle slithers between your legs. You spread them wider wanting to show your submission to him. He just under your panties. You could feel the slimy suction of the feeler caressing the inside of your thigh. It light goosebumps against your skin at its texture. You gag around him, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Mm, you’re so greedy for me. I’m sure you wouldn’t care that I’ve killed before. Your life could be in danger right now and yet you still lust for cock. You’re such a greedy, fucking whore.” He slaps a tendril-like limb against your ass hard, the wetness causing the contact to sting even more. You choke against him.

The limb between your leg teases your clothed pussy before pushing the soft cotton of your underwear to the side. He flicks your clit back and forth, the suctions on the vine catching it over and over.

Your eyes roll back. “Thank you, sir.” You mewled, stroking his cock while you moaned out and ground against the thick appendage.

He pulls you by your hair and yanks your mouth back onto him. “Did I tell you to stop? Now I’m going to rut into your throat until it’s raw.” Wrapping two tentacles around your hair like pigtails, he drives your mouth down his length over and over. You’re forced to continue to breathe through your nose. His hips moving into your mouth so rough you could feel him in your esophagus. The limb playing with your clit rubbing harder against you. It was borderline painful.

“Look at how wet you are,” He pulls himself from between your legs even with the wet texture of his skin, you can evidently see your creamy slick against the dark blue tendril. “You enjoy being treated so poorly. I can let all my frustrations on you and you’d take it.” He pulls your mouth off him by your hair. Groaning when he sees the lines of saliva connecting his cock to your tongue, break off and drip down you chin and chest.

“Yes, master. I love to be used and ruined by you.” You say with a gasp. He shoves himself down your throat once again while thrusting the vine inside you. You cry out. You hadn’t expected penetration so suddenly. He was just at the barrier if he thrusted further you’d officially be his.

“Sit.” He commands you.

You adjust yourself, shifting at the knee so that you could take him deeper. You’re mouth yanking away from his cock once more. The barrier is finally broken and you stutter out a groan. “F-fuck!”

He maneuvers in and out of your quivering pussy, groaning at its tightness. You look down between your legs watching the extender inside you. There was blood trickling down your thighs. He was fascinated by the sight, pulling himself out of you and tasting the salty, warm liquid. His eyes glimmer with a newfound interest.

He tears off your dress and panties from you in one swift tug, your body completely bare. You instinctively cover your breasts. He couldn’t help but notice how innocent you looked under him. Like a little lamb put up for the slaughter. But you had offered yourself to him. You asked for this. So how innocent were you really?

He rips your hands away. “Do not hide yourself, little one. You belong to me.” His vine coils around your neck lifting you off your feet and slamming you against the bed. You were like a rag doll in his grasp, biting your lip at the feeling of being manhandled. You’re flipped over, forced on your hands and knees. You can hear him fumbling with his clothes. You peep over your shoulder to witness his full body which also bore resemblance of that of man and creature.

“You’re so beautiful, master. I can’t wait to have you against.” You moaned, rolling your hips in anticipation.

He smacks your ass once again then entwining an extended limb around your waist and pulling you against him. He plunges himself deep into your walls, bottoming out in one swift move. You wail, gripping the sheets in front of you. He forces your face down into the mattress while your ass remained high in the air. It was angled just in the right position for him to pummel into your wetness over and over. His grunts above you mixing in with your whines.

“So fucking tight. I’ll ruin this cunt so that no other man can have you.” He growls, smacking your ass once more. You can feel the extenders slithering all over your body caressing every part of your skin and tweaking your nipples. The suctions on them lighting goosebumps against your skin. He spits at your puckered hole rubbing a thumb at the entrance then you recognize the familiar slimy, wiggling of the tentacle penetrating your anal cavity.

He thrusts in and out of it in time with his hardness driving into your pussy. You rise up on all fours again, your tongue sticking out, panting and drooling at the pressure of being filled in both holes. “Holy fuck! Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.”

He mercilessly pounds into you, pulling you closer to him so that your back was flushed against his chest. “This is your role now. You are to take everything I give you. Everything. You’ll serve as my queen. Never to question me. Do you understand?” He whispered into your ear. He sounded so fucking sexy. His voice strained from the moans he held back so that he could speak his commands explicitly.

“Yes, master. Yes, my king. I will take it all.” I throw it back against his cock and the tentacle. They stretched both holes with a mix of pain and pleasure. You want to prove to him you can handle it with ease.

“You’re such a fucking whore. You’ve come here searching for trouble. You beg for me to take you. Then you sacrifice your whole life up there just for a taste of my cock. You’re despicable.” He smacks your ass.

“I’m filthy, sir. A fucking degenerate. I want to be whatever you want me to be. I want you to mold my whole world into your liking.” He pounds harder and it’s as if he’s got even more inches of himself to give to you.

You can feel him sloshing around inside, knocking at your insides and forming a bulge at your belly. You press it causing the two of you to hiss at the action. He swivels his hips making certain that he hits every square inch of you. His length nudges at the small, fleshy button inside you repeatedly. It felt as if he’d touched that part of you from both entrances, the tentacle flicking inside you back and forth.

Your drawn out groans are now, short gasps of air. “I’m gonna fucking cum. You’re so amazing, master!”

He rubs at your clit, the suctions pulling at your clit. You were beginning to feel delirious at this point. It was all so much and you knew that you’d finally lost any sense of sanity, you once had. A wave of bliss takes over you and you can feel yourself gushing, the evidence of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and his cock.

“Mmm,” He moans, witnessing your creamy slick and blood make a mess of your lower bodies. He pumps sloppy, long strokes into your pussy. “Would you like to be filled to the brim, hmm? Make you drip with my cum.”

“Please fuck your babies into me. I wanna be round and full and take all of it inside. I don’t want to waste a single drop,” You fucked back against him faster, ruining his pace. You were set on him cumming in you and you could feel another orgasm beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Hurt me, master. Just the way you like. I know it’s what you need to cum. I’ve studied you. All so that I know how to please you. Please hurt me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He knew you could take the pain. His thrusts returned to the same force that crossed the line between pain and pleasure. He bites at your shoulder, choking you simultaneously. Your air supply had been cut off; you were getting dizzy. Your orgasm was approaching soon and you crawled at the tentacle that constricted your throat. He pounds into your sweet spot once again and a cry rips from his chest and you both tremble against one another. You both arrived at the same time. You felt as if you were dying the orgasm that shook through you so powerful, your wetness shot out like a sprinkler, wetting the bed.

His cum is hot as it paints your walls white inside you. He continues his thrusts to the point of overstimulation wanting to make sure his essence remained deep inside you. Vecna lets go of your body and you immediately collapse against the mattress. Your face down and ass still in the air as you heaved for air. He stares down at your quaking core which had been coated with a mixture of your blood and juices as well as his cum that began to seep out. He takes a finger gathering it and you turned your head to the side to face him, sticking your tongue out. He runs his finger back and forth against your tongue until you clasp a finger around it and sucked.

He removes his finger, patting and rubbing you on the head. You accept the warm embrace, nuzzles your head into his hand. “I knew you’d be the perfect queen. You understand.”

“Yes, my king. I’ve always known I was meant to serve you. I don’t care if you hurt others. You do it because you want you humanity to be better and recognize its deplorability.”

“You wouldn’t turn against me if I were to ask you to carry out an important mission?”

“No, sir,” You sit up, resting your butt on the bottoms of your feet. “I will do anything you say. I meant every word.”

“Then, there is someone whom I need you to bring to me?”

“Who?”

“Bring me the girl, Eleven. Alive.”

Tag: @stygianoir

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themurderofcrowscollective · 1 year ago

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The detective wasn't expecting to hear a feminine voice but the more he focuses his eyes, the sooner he realizes who exactly is talking to him. Red crimson hair, bright orange eyes that are close to yellow, and attire you'd find a man wearing with the same sword he saw earlier, hanging off her belt. The Red Witch carefully approaches him and crouches, getting a wet rag from a bowl of water nearby and wiping off the drool from his chin. " You snore, loudly. I suppose you're here because of the townsfolk below finally sent in reports about my presence, and you're here to arrest me. Am I correct? " Her gaze pierces into his soul as he slowly sits up with a groan. " Uh... I only came here for an investigation behind the rumors. Are you the Red Witch? " " Someone's done their homework. Yes, I am her. Now answer my question, are you here to arrest me, or kill me? " Her tone of voice dropped to a monotonous one, her eyes staring deep into his eyes. Dare he says it, he's a little intimidated but he clears his throat. " No, no. Although, I would like to question you about your side of the story, why everyone has outcasted you from society, why you've been mistreated. " " So a detective with a strong sense of justice and fairness. Very well. We will hold this mock interrogation later when you've rested and eaten, I suggest you sleep now as those scars haven't fully healed yet. " She speaks softly, her intense stare softening as she gets up and walks out of the room. He watches as she leaves before sighing and laying back down. He can't outright arrest her and drag her back to London, but all he can do is rest until next time. - - - The next moment the detective wakes up, he is slightly blinded by the morning light shining into the room. It's strange to think that with all these boarded-up windows, there'd be no light but here he is, squinting as he gets up slowly and pulls the covers off of him. It's peacefully quiet in the room as the fire has gone out and the welcoming smell of breakfast leads his eyes to the table in front of the couch. A plate of biscuits and gravy sided with sausage links and a few strawberries await him along with a glass of... juice? He's going to assume that's juice, it's too red to tell whether or not that's wine. Alas with a sip, he sighs in relief; it's just cranberry juice. He figures to eat and doesn't acknowledge the fact that the Red Witch is entering the room, holding a half-eaten peach in one hand and a half-folded newspaper in the other, seeming engrossed in it as she sits in the chair next to the couch. Granted, the detective looked at her and sips the cranberry juice again before choking a bit. " Uh oh, try to breathe. " She murmurs with her eyes glued to the newspaper, biting into the peach while he breathes and clears his throat. " Don't try to wolf all that down either, take your time. I know you would've slept for a while but not for 4 days. " " Excuse me? " " You heard me, four days. " " Was it that bad? " " For a man your size, losing all that blood was really bad. Throughout each night I had to hold you up and make you drink water but you kept talking in your sleep. " The detective goes quiet, blushing a little as he finishes his food. He knows about his tendencies to talk in his sleep but he's embarrassed to ask about what he said. " Do you have a name, by the way? I just know you're the Red Witch but a name would be nice. " " You go first, all I know is you're a stupid detective who got his ass handed to him by a pack of wolves and slept on my couch for 4 days while babbling like a newborn baby about cheese. " Oh fuck he had the cheese dream again. Ignoring the blush deepening on his cheeks, he clears his throat. " Right, forgive my lack of manners. My name is Detective John MacTavish, thank you for saving my life. "

Rose Red

(Another fuckin' fanfic, let's get this bread!) (The fanfic title is inspired by Emilie Autumn's 'Rose Red', I recommend it.) - - - There are all sorts of tales that speak of wondrous adventures and knights and princesses, dragons and the highest towers of a castle in ruin, kings and queens. Many of these stories make the knight play as the hero, a man of valiant honor and loyalty, set out to save the princess who is trapped or captured but these types of stories... are just about everywhere. In the 1700s, in Manchester, Britain... there lives a woman who is considered the most infamous outcast there is. Her name is unspoken of as she is a taboo topic to speak of, considering her past. Her family were loved and were spoken of in high praises as they all were noble, fair and talented greatly in art, music, story writing and architect. Anyone would have something good to say about this family, that is until the dreadful fire that set their home ablaze and took them all with the home, all except their middle child who survived. In order to maintain her high status, she had immediately married into a rich family to rebuild her home and restore honor to her family name as she is the sole survivor, but all came crumbling down when her marriage abruptly ended with her husband dying of a cruel man's actions. She mourned the loss of her love but rather than going through the grieving process, she swore vengeance at the funeral and revealed a side to herself that shook the whole audience to their very core. Rather than going to the authorities to arrest the man who killed her lover, she spent days figuring out where he had fled to and recovered a family heirloom that her father gave her before his passing. The heirloom? A sword of pure steel with red rubies adorning it's hilt and the family crest in the center of the hilt. As her brothers were deemed unworthy to wield it, they were jealous of her and kept patronizing her with 'facts' such as 'You know that only a man can do a man's job, right?' or 'Women shouldn't be allowed to wield swords!' but on that fateful night, she proved them wrong. That night, with the rebuilding of her home completed, she hosted a party to celebrate and invited everyone including the man who killed her husband. He had thought he was lucky and wanted to find a way to woo her into marrying him, so he could kill her next and inherit the fortune left behind for her but what he found out was it was all a trap. He was led away by her during the party into the gardens of red roses, not expecting to be met with a sword to his throat instead of her 'goods'. Infuriated, the man took out his own sword and swore to kill her but little did he know, she was trained by her grandfather to kill from a young age. The fight was glorious and they nearly fit well together but rather than giving him a truce when she had him on his back, she uttered softly with a fire burning in her eyes... 'No retreat, no surrender.' And like that, he was beheaded with one swift swing of her sword. Before anyone could find the two, the lady buried the man she killed and went back to the party like nothing happened, having cleaned up her attire from the blood until someone comes running back inside and exclaiming that they had seen her kill the man responsible for her husband's death. The party went into a panic and the guests fled the manor, while a few men stayed behind to kill her for killing their friend. The last thing they saw was each of their friends dying quickly, the rubies glowing and the lady's eyes burning a bright orange color similar to the embers of a fireplace. That night, the lady's name became lost to time and thus became The Red Witch. - - -

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astralkoo · 4 years ago

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The Snack Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Genre: neighbors au, smut

Rating: 18+

Words: 6.4k

Summary: in which your annoying, younger neighbor has a nasty habit of breaking into your apartment late at night and stealing your food.

Warnings: strong language, technically breaking & entering, broke college student struggles, older!reader, Jungkook saying noona, explicit sexual content; sub!jungkook, dom!reader, blowjob, kitty gets ate, sixty-nine, very mild degrading (jk gets called a slut like once), needy jk, fingering (m. receiving)

— author’s note; it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? i’ve been trying to get back into my groove so hopefully this is the start of a very active and productive summer for my writing. also! this is cross posted on my new wattpad account bckupbabies so if you see it on there, that’s me don’t worry!

You woke with a start, heart pounding, skin drenched in cold sweat, fear gripping at your chest.

There's someone in your apartment.

It was a split second realization, one that ripped you violently from the gentle thralls of sleep and had thick, stifling terror settling like heavy stones in your gut. Sucking your lips into your mouth to prevent your breath from coming out too audibly, you strained your ears, listening carefully. At first, all you could make out was the soft whirring of the fan above your head. But then—

Thud.

In an instant, you were out from beneath the covers, a shiver rushing down your spine as the cold night air nipped at the exposed skin of your arms and legs. Instinctively, your hand shot to the nightstand, rushing over the smooth wood surface, seeking out your phone. Only— it wasn't there. Shit. You must've accidentally left it on the counter last night. Shit.

Gritting your teeth, you stumbled through the darkness, bracing a steadying palm against the wall to guide yourself across the bedroom.

"Where is it, where is it, where is it?" You hissed, searching blindly for the item you're always sure to keep near your bedside in case of a situation just like this. It didn't take long before your fingers grazed the smooth rubber grip of your old-reliable baseball bat. You let out a cautious exhale and moved silently towards the door, careful to avoid the floorboards that squeak.

Keeping your back against the wall, you stepped into the short hall. You could hear more clearly without the separation of your bedroom door; the heavy footsteps and low grumbling voice. It wasn't just your sleep hazed mind playing a nasty trick; there was someone in your goddamn apartment. A combination of fear and rage heated the blood currently rushing through your veins, the thundering of your pulse almost deafening in your ears.

Another loud bang sounded through your apartment and your shoulders tensed.

Were they even trying to be quiet? What a shitty burglar. They should've done their research before busting in. You were a broke college student working at a freaking campus cafe just barely able to afford paying your rent every month. The most valuable thing in your apartment was probably the ultra soft two ply toilet paper you'd splurged on last time you went shopping for basic necessities.

And you'd be sure to bash the bastard's head in before he could lay his greedy fingers on your precious two ply.

Letting out your fiercest battle cry, you swung your bat over your head and launched yourself out from behind the wall, poised for the attack. The man in your kitchen, who was elbow deep in your snack cabinet, shrieked (incredibly un-burglar-like, you might add). The sound was so high pitched and sharp that you flinched, startled as he whirled around clumsily, not only banging his elbows but tripping over his own feet in the process. You were barely able to catch a glimpse of his face before he fell, disappearing behind the counter.

But something about that scream was vaguely... familiar?

"Jungkook?"

The top of his head peeked out from behind the countertop, familiar doe eyes blinking back at you sheepishly. "Hi, noona."

The tension in your shoulders immediately melted upon realizing that you in fact not being robbed by an armed lunatic— rather, you were being robbed by your annoying next door neighbor. Again.

"Are you out of your mind?!" You hissed sharply, frustration flaring, "it's fucking three in the morning! Why the hell are you in my apartment?"

"I was hungry!"

"That doesn't explain why you're here!"

"I was craving ramyeon but I ran out! And– and you always have extra anyway so I thought you wouldn't mind!"

"Ha! You thought I wouldn't mind—" You gritted your teeth, on the verge of seething when you noticed he was still ducked behind the counter. "Why are you still hiding? Get over here." So I can beat your ramyeon stealing ass, you added in your head.

"Drop the bat— then we can talk." He bargained, nodding pointedly towards your weapon, still poised for attack.

Grunting, you reluctantly released the handle, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp clang.

Jungkook let out a low breath of relief, before meekly stepping out from his position behind the counter. Your eyes immediately dropped to his hands, still desperately clutching onto two packets of ramyeon.

Pinning him with a glare meant to reprimand, you crossed your arms firmly over your chest. "Jungkook, you can not keep—" your scolding was abruptly interrupted by a low, thunderous rumbling, your gaze jumping in surprise to the younger boy's face, which was now donning an embarrassed blush. "W– was that your stomach?"

Sucking his lips into his mouth, he nodded, head dropping in shame.

A wave of sympathy washed over you upon realizing just how hungry he must be. Any anger at having your sleep ever so rudely disrupted quickly fizzled out, the tension in your shoulders dissipating as he shuffled his feet shyly.

"Geez, this brat." You muttered under your breath, trudging over to where he stood and snatching the ramyeon packets from his grasp. He looked up at you with wide, pitiful eyes, and you could tell he thought that you were going to kick him to the curb. Instead, you jerked your chin into the direction of the couch and said, "go sit down while I make these. Don't need you hovering over my damn shoulder."

It would be a lie to say your heart didn't flutter a little at the sheer amount of excitement that lit up his face, pink lips breaking into a wide, uncontainable grin. Deciding not to push his luck, he quickly bobbed his head and scampered over to the couch, tossing a bubbly, "thank you, noona!" over his shoulder as he went.

You scoffed, though the corners of your mouth tipped upwards in spite of yourself.

The kid was cute. You'd give him that much. With those big shiny eyes and that stupid bucktoothed grin. Even if he was a perpetual trespasser and a food thief to boot, you'd let his little indiscretions slide... for now.

The ramyeon didn't take long to make, but, even all the way across the room, you could practically hear Jungkook's stomach growling up a storm by the time you were pouring it into two separate bowls. He was squirming on the couch, peaking over the back of it with wide, wanting eyes, damn near drooling at the mere smell of the sodium soaked noodles.

"Don't spill," you warned with a click of your tongue as made your way to the couch, handing him one of the bowls, "eat this, then go home, alright?"

Jungkook was already stuffing his cheeks before you'd even finished speaking, but he paused to pout over at you upon processing your words. "Noona..." he gurgled in soft whine around his mouth full of noodles, making sure to swallow before he finished, "why do you want me to leave so badly? You're hurting my feelings."

You scoffed as he pressed a large hand to his chest, wincing dramatically as if your words had somehow truly wounded him. "Do I have to remind you that it's 3am? I was sleeping. I would like to go back to sleep. I was having a very good dream before you fucking broke in to my apartment and tried to rob me." You hissed, plopping down on the couch beside him and shoveling your ramyeon into your own mouth.

Damn. That shit was good.

"I wasn't robbing you." He protested weakly. You raised an unconvinced brow. "Just... borrowing."

You barked out a laugh. "Oh? So you were planning to return all the snacks you were about to steal?" His eyes lowered, a guilty pout turning the corners of his mouth downwards. "Yeah, didn't think so."

"Still..." he grumbled bitterly, looking up at you through his thick lashes. "I'm much more fun than sleep."

You snorted. "I beg to differ."

There was an uncharacteristic lull of silence, and you spared a questioning glance in Jungkook's direction, not expected to be greeted by the astonished expression painted across his face.

He looked... genuinely offended.

"Noona," he sounded rather distraught as he set his half eaten bowl down on the coffee table before turning his body fully towards you, "how could you say that?"

Your brows lifted expectantly, confusion swimming in your gaze. "What?" You laughed lightly, not understanding why he suddenly seemed upset. You were just joking around... had you accidentally hit a nerve?

"You have fun with me." He insisted once more, a certain desperation to his words.

"Yeah... when it's not 3am."

"Liar." He scowled, gaze dropping to where his fingers were tracing miscellaneous shapes on the fabric of your couch. "That's when you have the most fun with me."

His voice had dropped into a low whisper at that last part, so you had to strain your ears a bit to make out exactly what it was he was saying. At first, you were confused. The most fun...? But then you saw the faint blush coating his cheeks, the shy fluttering of his lashes, the nervous fidgeting of his fingers...

And it clicked.

A few weeks ago, you did something stupid. Something you shouldn't have done. You'd given into urges that should have remained buried deep, deep inside of you.

"Jungkook." Your voice held a warning pitch as you growled his name. He shuddered ever so faintly at the shift in your tone and quickly turned away from you, snagging his lower lip tightly between his teeth.

"It's true..." he grumbled petulantly, kicking his foot lightly against the leg of your coffee table.

You stared at his profile through furrowed brows, gaze hard and unwavering as you set your own bowl onto the table. "We talked about this, Jungkook. We agreed not to bring it up again!"

"No, you— you made that decision all on your own." He protested quickly, thrusting an accusing finger in your direction. "I made no such promise."

"Jungkook," you sighed heavily, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your fingers into your temples as they throbbed, "what I did—"

"We," he corrected, leveling you with a stubborn glare, "what we did. Stop acting like I wasn't a willing participant."

"You're a kid—"

"I'm nineteen! I can make my own decisions!"

"No. You can't."

At that, his expression hardened, lips pursing, fingers curling into tight fists, eyes flaring with determination.

"Watch me."

In the next second he was on top of you, straddling your lap, large hands cradling your jaw as he pressed his warm lips purposefully to yours.

Startled, your hands leapt to hold his waist, instinctively steadying him. The rest of your body remained stiff and unresponsive, frozen in shock from the sheer unexpectedness of the kiss. It wasn't until Jungkook let out a soft, pleading whine against your unmoving mouth that you were kickstarted back into motion.

"Jungkook," you gasped out his name, somewhat more breathlessly than you intended, hands rushing between your bodies to push him away by the swells of his firm chest, "w–what are you—"

"You want me." The younger boy swiftly interrupted, his warm breath caressing your lips as his fingers gripped gently at the back of your neck. "You want me. You can't deny it. You said so."

You were goddamn dizzy. "When did I—"

"Fuck, Jungkook. You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I've wanted you." It took you an extra second to realize that he was quoting back your words from that night. Word for fucking word. Heat rushed to your face, your hand gripping harder at the thin fabric of his top.

"How do you even remember that." You grumbled bitterly, embarrassed at having been called out.

The corner of his mouth curled into a small, teasing smile. "I have a pretty good memory."

"Bullshit," you scoffed, "I can't count the number of times you've forgotten to bring back the shit that you 'borrowed' from me. I bet you have a fucking closet full of my sweatshirts."

"I didn't forget... I just didn't want to give them back." He informed you in a soft, lilting hum, running his thumb over the smooth cut of your jaw.

"Thief." You spat, but the word lacked any real fire. It sounded weak on your tongue, a soft fluttering of breath that easily could have been mistaken for a moan. You saw his eyes drop to your mouth, desire pooling within them, so thick and dark that you felt it polluting the air around you, polluting your lungs with every jagged inhale.

He shifted on top of you, strong thighs squeezing around your hips. You tried to pretend that you didn't feel the press of something hot and hard against the top of your leg, but the tremble of your eyes and the clench of your fingers were not easily mistaken.

Jungkook sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh of his lower lip, and your gaze followed the motion unconsciously. You didn't even realize you were staring at his mouth until he spoke in that low, hoarse whisper, ripping you violently from your trance.

"Can I take a little more?"

Your brain was screaming at you to say no, screaming at you to not be selfish, to not be greedy. To not want something so terribly that you felt it trembling through your very bones. You shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want him. He was too young, too naive, too sensitive. You'd break the poor boy before he even realized what happened.

You should say no.

Mind made up, you opened your mouth, fully prepared to reject the boy and put a stop to whatever the hell this had become, right then and there. You were prepared to be the responsible senior that you needed to be, for both his sake and yours.

But what actually came out was something entirely different.

"Yes."

Jungkook barely had time to let out a happy whimper before his mouth was back on yours. A soft groan rumbled in your chest as your arms curled around his slim waist, tugging him ever closer. Long fingers tangled in your hair, he gently tugged your head back, leaning himself over you in order to deepen the kiss. You permitted him to do so without resistance, lips parting to allow his eager tongue to invade your mouth.

His body was hot and heavy above yours, but you didn't mind the added weight, the pressure on your thigh probably the only thing keeping you grounded. Because the heat between your legs was a anything but grounding. Sticky and wet, an accumulation of unspoken need and neglected lust that refused to be ignored for even a moment longer. A bleary haze fell over your mind, all the blood in your head suddenly rushing downwards to feed the growing flames in your groin.

The first roll of his hips was so minute, so slight that you would have missed it completely had it not been for the soft, airy moan that escaped his throat. The second was less than subtle, a hard, deliberate grind that rocked his already half-hard erection against your stomach. You felt it there, where your shirt had ridden up to expose a thin strip of skin, the front of his sweatpants growing thick and damp with his steadily increasing arousal. Your grip around him tightened, nails biting into his clothed hips hard enough to have crimson flowers blossoming across his golden flesh.

The sting coaxed a strained moan from Jungkook's inflamed lips, the rolling of his hips growing more frantic. You were quick to steady them, not wanting him to overexcite himself too soon.

"Calm down." Even in your own ears, you voice sounded thick and unstable, and you silently cursed yourself for having gotten so worked up by a mere kiss. But, in your defense, it was one hell of a kiss.

"I'm calm." He insisted unconvincingly through harsh pants, fighting for oxygen but not willing to pull away from you lips long enough to actually breathe. Quite the dilemma.

You chuckled softly, sliding a hand up to grip his jaw, preventing his mouth from finding yours for just long enough to soothe the fierce burn in your lungs. He took that opportunity to strip himself of his top, tossing it haphazardly to the floor.

You felt your stomach tighten, taken off guard by the unexpectedly display of glowing, sun-kissed skin you found before you, stretched across thick, toned muscle that flexed and tightened with even the most minuscule of movements. Subconsciously, your tongue slipped out of your suddenly dry mouth, dragging over your swollen lips.

Jungkook mimicked the motion, reaching down with ink embroidered hands to grip your wrists, gently guiding them up the length of his fit torso. "Touch me." It was a plea, the low whimper lacing the words a dead giveaway of his unyielding desperation.

You didn't hesitate to comply.

Pushing forward, you set vengeful teeth upon his prominent collarbone, biting down just hard enough to leave your mark. He moaned loudly, head falling back as your nails raked over his sensitive nipples. A violent shiver transversed his body, goosebumps rippling across his exposed skin that was set on fire by your greedy touch. He found the back of your head and neck with trembling hands, urging you closer without use of words. You kissed up the length of his taut throat, sucking and licking until you were content with the colorful array of bruises you'd left in your wake.

"Kiss me." You whispered against the defined curve of his jaw, wanting another taste of those pretty little lips. His head dropped forward obediently, mouth open and ready to be received by you. Fuck, he looked so hot from that angle; dark, hooded eyes pooling with lust so deep you could drown it it, kissable, rose petal lips glistening and swollen and just begging for attention, full cheeks flushed a dangerous shade of red that only enticed you further.

How could he look so ruined? You hadn't even touched his dick yet.

The thought roused a scoff in the back of your throat, and Jungkook pulled back slightly at the sound. "What?" He asked, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

"Nothing..." you grinned lazily, before kissing him slowly, deeply, lustfully; kissing him in such a way that the poor boy was trembling in your lap, gasping and whining by the time you pulled away with a lewd smack, lips wet and stained an erotic crimson. You chuckled as he swallowed, pupils blow and unfocused. Reaching up, you cupped his chin, rolling your thumb over his lower lip. He sighed, eyes fluttering as he teased the tip of the digit with his tongue.

"... just wanna put your dick in my mouth."

At that, his shimmering doe eyes popped open wide, shocked— then excited.

"Don't tease me." He pleaded weakly, hips stuttering over your thighs.

You reach between your bodies, taking the time to revere the fine-tuned slopes and edges of his ridged abdomen, before finally finding the hard outline of his flushed, angry cock straining against the thick fabric of his sweats. He gasped brokenly at the contact, forehead falling against your shoulder as he gripped desperately onto your arms, dull nails digging into your biceps. You turned, smirking lips feathering over the shell of his pink tinted ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

And then, he was on his back.

Jungkook let out a squeak of surprise, chest heaving as he attempted to process the sudden change in position. But you didn't give him the chance, slotting yourself between his spread thighs

"W– we didn't do this last time." He stuttered clumsily, staring up at you with those wide, dangerously innocent eyes that made you want to absolutely wreck him.

"No, we didn't." You confirmed, nipping lightly at one of his pert brown nipples. He jolted, letting out a low, unsteady moan of your name, a cry for your attention.

"S– sensitive, noona."

God, he is so fucking cute.

"I'll be gentle." The reassurance did little to soothe the violent thundering of his heart, the heavy thrum of it setting his every limb to shaking.

He was nervous. You could tell. Understandably.

Truth is— Jungkook was a virgin.

Key word: was.

As in, before he broke into your apartment at 3am on that fateful morning where you lost your cool because damn did you he look good in that skin tight black t-shirt that showed off those sexy tattoos and those thigh hugging black skinny jeans that squeezed his cute butt in all the right places. Of course, you didn't discover that until after the deed was done (seeing as he hadn't had the mind to tell you while your tongue was shoved halfway down his throat).

But god, you felt so guilty. You'd never taken anyone's virginity before. And you weren't so sure fucking on a kitchen counter was the most... romantic way of losing it. It had been quick, messy, all sweat and teeth and nails, the blunt edge of the cold counter digging into your ass.

Sure, it felt fucking amazing, and you'd received no complaints from Jungkook's end. But still. Had you known, you would've been... gentler. Or, at the very least, you would have had the tact to take him to bed.

You hadn't even blown him for fucks sake.

So, if you were doing this —and, as it appeared, you were most definitely doing this— then goddamnit, you were going to do it right and make up for all the things you hadn't done his first time.

You descended his body slowly, taking your sweet time licking and nibbling over all his lovely curves and sharp edges, marking the places you'd been with pink, flowering bruises. His head kicked back, mouth falling open around an onslaught of heady moans as he reveled in your unrelenting affections. Distracted, he didn't even notice you slipping his pants down his legs until the cool air hit the sensitive tip of his weeping cock.

"N– noona!" He propped himself up on his elbows, desperate to see you, to find your eyes through the disorienting cloud of lust he found himself engulfed in. Arousal spun his brain into useless mush inside of his skull at the sight of you between his legs, looking right back up at him, pretty mouth hovering just above his hard need, soft breath caressing the feverish skin.

"Relax, Jungkook. It'll feel good." You chuckled, pressing a soothing kiss to his hip.

"I– I know," he swallowed, and you didn't miss the dark blush creeping into his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shyly, "I just— I want to make you feel good... too... b- because last time you didn't..."

Last time you didn't...?

Oh.

"Okay," you hummed simply, pushing yourself up with an easy smile, "I can think of a solution."

Jungkook watched with bated breath as you stood, damn near choking on his own spit when you abruptly shoved your pajama shorts down your legs. "N- no underwear?" He whispered, voice hoarse and strained as he stared unabashedly at the bare expanse of smooth skin between your thighs, glistening with sticky wetness.

You smirked faintly, appreciating the reverence glistening in his melting brown eyes. "For convenience sake," you teased.

He flopped down on the couch with a dramatic groan. "Fuck, you're killing me."

Leaning over the younger boy, you pressed a deep, purposeful kiss to his delicate, lovely lips, eliciting an appreciative moan from his burning chest.

"Don't worry..." you pulled back, breathing the words into his open mouth, "I'll do it slow."

"Fuck..." he squeaked.

Laughing softly, you dropped your knees to the edge of the sofa and splayed a hand over his toned stomach. He was hard and warm to the touch, and you liked the way his muscles flinched and fluttered beneath your palm.

"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do," you pressed your lips to his throat, feeling the way it bobbed as he swallowed, "I'm gonna get on top of you..." you walked your fingers down towards where his dick lay, red and leaking across his belly, "and you're going to eat me out," he moaned shakily against your cheek, hands lifting to grip your arms, "while I suck your pretty little cock. How's that sound?"

"S– so good. Fuck, that sounds so fucking good." He pulled at you greedily, begging you with wide, wanting eyes.

You caved to him all too easily, carefully maneuvering your body until you were situated above him, knees planted on the cushion on either side of his head. Hot breath rushed over your exposed core, sending shivers ricocheting down your spine. Hands gripped at your thighs, rough and calloused against your skin. He was pulling again, whining out soft, shuddering "please, please, please" as he tugged at your hips, trying to get you closer. Closer.

Teasingly, you kept your hips raised, just out of reach of his ravenous mouth, so eager to steal a taste. "Noona," he whined petulantly, "don't be cruel."

Cruel? You nearly scoffed. You haven't even begun.

Regardless, you decided to end the torture there, lowering your hips until you were within his reach. He didn't let a moment pass before his tongue was on you, lapping eagerly at your wet slit. You gasped, clutching tightly onto the thick muscles of his thighs, your own legs growing weak under his relentless ministrations.

Holy shit. You didn't expect it to feel that good.

It was only when Jungkook's hips bucked beneath you, a pleading whimper vibrating through your center, that you realized you weren't fulfilling your end of the deal. Stuttering back into motion, you encircled his hard length in an unsteady hand, feeling the raw heat of it throbbing angrily within your grasp.

"You're good with your tongue, baby." You chuckled breathlessly, pumping him slowly with the help of his spilling precum. He moaned in response to the praise, long fingers digging in hard to the flesh of your ass. Another, more violent tremble wracked your body as his tongue dragged over your sensitive clit, the responding rush of pleasure pulling a low groan from your chest.

Shit, if he kept that up—

Feeling that you'd given him enough of a head start, you dipped down, swiftly engulfing his glistening tip in your lips. Jungkook gasped against you, and you could almost picture his eyes snapping wide open, jaw going slack. The blissful pressure of his tongue gave way to cold air as he tensed and shuddered beneath you, all those hard, rigid muscles turning to jelly as he processed the mind numbing sensation of your mouth around his cock. It was an unwelcome absence, and you quickly found yourself growing impatient and —shamefully enough— needy, your aching core craving attention.

But Jungkook was a mess beneath you, moaning and whining pathetically as his hips bucked and spasmed, entirely overwhelmed. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you so tightly you were certain you'd be feeling it tomorrow. You felt his tongue, sloppy and uncoordinated lapping at your folds with a desperation that set your blood to flames. The vibrations of his sounds resonated through your clit, and you hastened your own movement, feeling yourself clench and throb with your impending release.

You pulled off of him with a lewd pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his swollen tip to your lower lip, before sliding your hands beneath his ample thighs and tugging.

"Lift your legs for me, baby."

He obeyed immediately, feet rising from the cushion, too lost in your intoxicating taste to second guess what you were planning. At least, not until he felt your touch shifting from his thighs to his ass, and a warm, wet dribble of saliva sliding over his hole. He flinched violently, a gasp shooting from his lips at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Ah–! N- Noona, where are you touching—" he yelped, trying to sit up and catch a glimpse around the shape of your body. Swinging your ankles up to rest against his shoulders, you forced him back down, looking back at him from over your shoulder with a cocked brow and a seductive grin.

"Where do you think?" You chuckling teasingly. "Are you clean?"

"Yeah..." he whispered shyly, and you could practically feel the heat of his blush radiating against your skin as he confessed, "I– I showered before coming over..."

"Good." You slid a single finger over the ring of muscle, watching in amusement as it fluttered and clenched in response to the unsubstantial caress. "Tell me if you need me to stop, alright?"

At first he only nodded, but choked out a soft "okay" when you pinched his thigh, urging him to use his words.

Purring out a low praise, you returned to his cock, licking a thick strip from base to tip as your index slowly circled his entrance. Jungkook whined and squirmed, still trying his best to keep up with pleasuring you. It was cute, feeling and hearing him struggle.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered what kind of face he was making beneath your dripping cunt. Were his eyes rolling to the back of his head? Was his tongue hanging out of his mouth? Was his feverish skin glistening with a mixture of his sweat and your arousal? Fuck, you were so curious.

In an attempt to stifle your frustration over not getting to see what kind of fucked out expression he wore, you sunk the tip of your digit into his hole, down to the first knuckle. Jungkook gasped at the unexpected intrusion, his already hard grip on your thighs tightening further. Even with just the tip in, he was clenching hard, and you allowed him a handful of moments to adjust to the sensation. You hummed around his length, swirling your tongue expertly over his sensitive tip to distract from any momentary discomfort he might've been feeling.

It seemed to work well enough, his body gradually relaxing around you as he let out soft, airy moans, delicate whispers of your name fluttering from his lips. "You can—" he whimpered as you licked his slit, "you can put it in deeper."

Heat coiled in your gut, a wicked smirk spreading across your face. "You want it deeper, kookie?" There was a taunting pitch to your words that had the boy curling in on himself, skin hot with embarrassment. When he made no effort to respond, you squeezed your free hand around the thick base of his dick, wrenching a cry from his throat. "If you want it deeper, you have to ask nicely."

"You're so mean, Noona." He whined hoarsely, the muscles in his legs tensing sporadically from the effort it was taking to not fuck himself into your closed fist.

"That didn't sound like a question..."

Jungkook groaned weakly, head tossed back in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. There was a beat, and then you felt the shy press of his lips against your clit accompanied by a light flick of his tongue.

"P– please put it in deeper, Noona..."

"Mmm, good boy," you emphasized the praise by slipping the rest of your finger into his tight heat, spitting once more to ensure substantial lubrications.

"Ngh— oh f– fuck—"

"Does it hurt?"

"No it just..." he swallowed thickly, "feels a little weird."

"This should help with that," you murmured, more so to yourself than him, curling your finger in search of that small bundle of nerves that would make him—

"Ah! Oh fuck!"

A smug grin settled across your lips. Found it.

Jungkook moaned loudly, tossing his head back, hips bucking violently as you rolled your finger against his prostate, sending tendrils of white hot pleasure bursting through his body. That's more like it.

"Feel good?"

"Yes! Yes! Feels– ah! Feels so good, noona," he sobbed brokenly, clutching onto your legs. You thrust your finger into him slowly, making sure to ease him into the feeling of having something inside of him. If you played this right, perhaps he'd let you do more than just finger him. You had toys sitting in your closet that you were just dying to use. Who better on than the cute snack thief next door?

"Think you can take another?" You asked, a bit eager to stretch him out, to see how much he could handle.

He nodded quickly, grinding his hips greedily down onto your finger, wanting it deeper, harder, faster. "Please. Please. I want more."

"Needy little slut." You laughed dryly, nudging your middle finger against the rim of his wet hole. You sure as hell didn't miss the way his pretty cock twitched in response to the degrading words, and a whole new round of excitement festered inside of you.

You were going to have so much fun with him.

It took a bit of careful prodding before you managed to press the length of your second digit inside of him, his tight walls clamping down around the invading appendages.

"Please move." He begged pathetically.

You planted a steadying palm to his hips as they began to buck, holding them down against the cushion. "You're too tight, sweetheart."

"I– I can't help it." He whined, a distressed cry breaking from his heaving chest.

Sympathy swirled in your belly. You could damn near feel the desperation radiating from his body in thick, hot waves. Dipping your head, you pressed a light kiss to the swollen, red head of his shuddering cock.

"Then let me help you relax."

Jungkook sobbed as you took him into your mouth, the warmth of your skilled tongue tracing a slow ring around the underside of his tip sending his head into a tailspin. It wasn't long before you felt the tension in his muscles melting away, quickly snatching the opportunity to start fucking your fingers into him. The pace you set was slow and steady, but you made sure that with every thrust you were brushing against his prostate.

The amount of pleasure rushing through his body at that point was overwhelming, and he'd been reduced to a moaning, crying mess beneath you. Any words he managed to choke out between his sounds of bliss was broken and unintelligible on swollen lips. A small corner of your mind was concerned about your neighbors, wondering if they could hear his wailing through the dangerously thin walls.

"N– Noona— it's so good, oh my god feels so fucking good—"

Fuck. To hell with the neighbors. They should be goddamn grateful.

You sped up the pace of your fingers, burying them down to the knuckle with each thrust. He was writhing now, unable to control his body let alone keep still as he was engulfed in a mind numbing heat. It wrapped itself around his every limb, his every sense overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his impending release.

"I– I think I'm gonna—" he couldn't even make it through his warning before he was cut off by his own whimpers. Luckily, you didn't need him to finish his sentence to know what he was trying to say. The signs were obvious enough, especially with the way his wall were throbbing around your fingers, the way he was pulsing between your lips, lathering the back of your tongue with an onslaught his salty pre-cum.

You hastened your ministrations, taking him off guard as your plunged down on his cock, stopping only when your lips met the sweat-slick skin of his pelvis. Jungkook cried out a shattered version of your name, unable to stop his hips from jerking up violently at the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you swallowed.

That seemed to be the last push he needed, because within the next second he was writhing and spilling hot cum down your throat, walls clamping down so hard around your fingers you worried they might break.

It was like nothing he'd every experienced before, he could feel it in every single part of his body. From his curled toes to his trembling finger tips, every last inch of him was devastated by the hurricane of erotic bliss. And unlike every other orgasms he'd experienced in the past, the high of it last way longer than just a few seconds. By the time it finally began to fade, he was still shaking.

You pulled your fingers out of him as gently as you could, but he still whimpered at the sensitivity, quivering legs squeezing shut. Maneuvering around so that you were draped over his chest, you whispered soft apologies against his throat and jaw, spilling soothing kisses across the flushed, perspiring skin. Jungkook curled into you, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

For a while you stayed like that, letting him bask in the post-orgasmic bliss as you bathed him in the kind of tender affection that he wasn't used to receiving from you. But, you'd always considered aftercare a vital part of a good sexual experience so, even if it was a bit out of character, you were more than happy to tell him just how good he'd been for you. And he was more than happy to relish in your praise.

"Noona?" He called for your attention suddenly, after his breathing had finally evened out and the deep crimson coating his cheeks had faded into an endearing pink.

"Yes?"

Against your lips, you felt him swallow.

"You didn't cum, did you?"

"I didn't." You admitted after a beat, suddenly reminded of the ache between your legs. You'd managed to be distracted from it, entirely too focused on breaking Jungkook in all the best ways to be concerned with receiving any pleasure. But now, you found yourself very much aware of just how badly you were craving your own release. Subconsciously, you squeezed your legs together.

There was a pause.

"Noona."

"Hm?"

"Sit on my face."

The demand had your hooded eyes flying wide open, mouth freezing mid-kiss.

"... please." He remedied in a bashful whisper.

For a moment, your brain went blank, not fully processing the request. But when it finally did, there were only two words that flooded into your mind and rushed from your lips in a breathless, excited murmur.

Fuck yes.

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happyocelot · 2 years ago

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For some reason, I never posted this here until now. Team 8 + Hinata’s POV, set during the second of the Chuunin Exams when they’re all in the Forest of Death. A little bit of NaruHina.

Hope you all like this. Tell me what you think?

***

Hinata bunched up into her jacket, pulling the hoodie over her ears. Cicadas chirped and birds tittered. And then the occasional echoing of what may have been screams of terror. She tried not to dwell on those too much or else her palms got even paler and clammier than usual.

There were other sounds too, sounds neither she nor her teammates could identify, sounds that made Akamaru cover his ears and tuck in his tail, poor thing.

Lighting a campfire was a big no-no, said Shino, shoving his sliding sunglasses back up his face. Why? Because it was like sending up a flare, letting everyone know their location. Foolish.

We know that already, Kiba had snapped. Stop acting like you're some big shot, Shino.

Lunch had not been very pleasant so far, what with those two glowering at each other the whole time, Kiba taking comically large bites out of his energy bars and Shino advising him to please just chew a bit louder in case someone a hundred miles away hadn't heard them yet.

She thought of mediating. To tell Kiba that Shino meant well. To tell Shino to back off a bit, not be so professorial.

Her voice died in her throat before she even tried.

It wasn't like they would listen. No one listened, so what was the point in speaking?

Ya know, said a voice in her mind that sounded a lot like his. Whoever named this place has a thing for puns, right, Hinata?

His voice had been popping up on and off in her mind unbidden, ever since the first exam. Giving her advice. Trying to cheer her up. Telling her to count from one to ten when the mulchy, sickly-sweet scent of the forest became too overwhelming. Asking her if she packed any ramen for gnawing hunger pangs, 'cause you can't eat half the plants in this creepy place, can you? A loud peal of laughter, arms crossed behind his head, nodding sagely. When he did that, she had barely transformed her emerging giggle into a cough. She almost slipped from her tree branch.

Bright, loud, sunny. Anyone else would have found it annoying to find his voice in their head.

But Hinata? Hinata would never get tired of listening to him. Even if no one else did.

I'd like to listen to you, Hinata! said the Naruto that her mind had inexplicably daydreamed into being. You have a really nice voice, ya know? You should use it to tell those morons to shut up! They're waaaay too loud.

Hinata's thumbs twitched. She poked them together, her voice still dormant in her throat.

How do you even know that they won't listen if you haven't tried? Dream-Naruto wondered, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion. If it was me, I'd yell at them until my voice got through. I wouldn't give up, no matter what.

He...he was loud.

That's right!

She wondered if this was how he convinced Iruka-sensei to let him pass. By being really loud.

Nah, Iruka-sensei just saw my AWESOMENESS. He just had to let the future Hokage pass, ya know?

She giggled again and turned it into a hiccup just in time. Kiba's head whirled around.

"Hinata, you have hiccups? Why didn't you say so sooner, I would've given you some of my water!" He grinned, showing off his metal canister, coated in what seemed to be Akamaru's drool.

She smiled all the same.

"Thank you, Kiba-kun, but I'm fine."

Hinata~aaa, Dream-Naruto whined. You need to speak up a bit more. This hurts to watch.

***

It took a long time for her to find her voice again.

All the way through, Naruto kept cheering her on.

#team 8 #aburame shino #hyuuga hinata #inuzuka kiba #naruhina #naruto

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ayyezhongli · 3 years ago

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horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

#childe x zhongli smut #zhongchi #zhongli x childe #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe smut #zhongli x tartaglia smut #tartaglia #tartaglia x zhongli smut #zhongli smut #zhongli #tartaglia smut #zhongchi smut #childe smut #childe #genshin impact smut #my zhongchi smut collection

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rodr1cks · 4 years ago

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Heather Hills | 2.5k

part two

neighbor trope where you’re in love with Rodrick but he can’t stop pining after Heather Hills, takes place during Dog Days

warnings: noncon touching (our ass gets grabbed), swearing, smut, heather is a huge bitch

Tonight was the night. You picked out a black silk dress that hugged your body perfectly. You looked... nice? Nicer than usual, at least.

Still, your mood was melancholy, you weren’t too excited to watch Rodrick drool over Heather all night. Despite this, you put on a smile and met Rodrick outside.

His band members, Rowley, and Greg were crowded together in the back. They always left the passenger seat to you, such gentlemen. As soon as you opened the door you were bombarded with wolf whistles and crude remarks from his cronies. “Rodrick if you don’t tap that I will!” The guitarist exclaimed while eyeing you up and down.

“Guys, guys stop, please,” Rodrick seemed a little unnerved by the banter. After that, the van was silent all the way to the party.

Upon arrival, you began to unpack the van, unloading equipment. “Hey, hey, hey, pretty girl like you doesn’t need to do the heavy lifting,” the guitarist said to you as he winked. He always went out of his way to make you uncomfortable. You laughed a bit to appease him, then walked away.

Gross.

The band was set up and Rodrick was clearly nervous.

“You don’t understand, y/n. This has to be perfect.”

You knew the importance of this going well but you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to. On one hand, he could get Heather Hills, the girl of his dreams. On the other hand, he’d be crushed. Poor Rodrick has already taken enough beatings from the girls at your school.

“I know, you’ll be great, though,” you were unsure of that statement.

“You always know what to say.”

He walked away, ready to start the set of a lifetime.

The guitarist approached you again. “Wish me luck sexy,” he whispered and smacked your ass playfully. You gasped, tears threatening to form in your eyes.

Just brush it off, you’re okay. You need to enjoy the show.

You tried not to think about his pathetic little mustache and the giant pimple that sat squarely between his eyebrows.

Why did Rodrick hang out with such scum?

The first notes of the song rang through the tent. Rodrick was… singing? Heather Hills did not look amused. Panicking, Rodrick signaled to Greg, “FULL DIAPER!”

Dear god.

Banners unfurled and cannons sounded. It was a complete disaster. Somehow the chocolate fountain went haywire and coated half the crowd with liquid chocolate, including Heather. Shit. Rodrick was done for.

Everybody pitched in with loading the van and you were out of there in no time. You feared Heather would’ve killed the lot of you if you lingered any longer. Greg and Rowley were the only passengers this time. You and Rodrick were in the front seat, not speaking.

“Rodrick, can I tell you something?”

You knew Greg and Rowley were caught up in their own conversation but you didn’t want to risk them overhearing, so you whispered. Rodrick nodded.

“Your guitarist, h-he uhm, he kind of touched me before your set.” Rodrick’s eyes widened. “Where?” he asked you sternly. “He kind of grabbed my ass.” You looked down, embarrassed. “Great, now Heather hates me and I’m short a guitarist.”

On the way back to Rodrick’s, you passed a gas station and you asked him to pull over.

“Rodrick let me out at this gas station, pretty please!”

He groaned and pulled into the lot. You ran in and made a beeline for the fridges in the back.

Where is it, where is it, ah!

Mint chip and cookie dough, both your favorites. You checked out and ran back to the van. Rodrick looked over, delighted when he saw your purchases. “He ruffled your hair and muttered a thank you. You smiled, “And that’s not all,” you pulled out two candy bars for the chocolate coated fugitives in the back.

Rodrick parked on the street in front of The Heffley household.

“Alright, everybody out!”

Greg and Rowley filed out as did you. Rodrick stayed put. “Aren’t you coming?” He nodded at you, “I have something to take care of first. Put the ice cream in the freezer and take a shower. Get that chocolate off of you.” He gestured at your hair and face which were coated in chocolate.

What could he need to do right now? Probably off to find Heather Hills and beg for her highness’ forgiveness.

You did as he said and borrowed his shower for a bit. You felt instant relief as the warm water trickled down your shoulders, chocolate melting away along with your stress. After your shower, you grabbed one of Rodrick’s t-shirts.

Lending you a shirt was the least he could do, considering the hell he’d put you through.

What a fucking night it’s been.

You sat around for a bit, awaiting Rodrick’s return. You heard the door swing open downstairs. He walked up the stairs to his room, ice cream pints in hand. You smiled at him before your gaze lingered down to his knuckles.

“Holy shit, Rodrick. What the fuck did you do?”

He looked down, “Well you told me what my guitarist did to you and I- I couldn’t help it. He needed to know what he did was out of line.”

Your jaw dropped, “So you what? Broke his nose?” He rolled his eyes at your theatrics, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Had Rodrick really beat somebody up for you?

“So are we gonna eat this ice cream or what?”

You both sat on Rodricks couch, limbs entangled, eating your ice cream. He looked over at you, “Switch?” You shrugged, passing him your mint chip and grabbing his cookie dough. For the next half hour, you both sat in silence, processing the night’s events.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Heather.”

“Y’know, y/n, I realized something while I was performing. Heather Hills wasn’t by the stage cheering me on, Heather Hills doesn’t go out of her way to be kind to my family, Heather Hills wouldn’t look that good that tiny black bikini of yours,” Rodrick smirked, “and most importantly, Heather Hills didn’t buy me my favorite ice cream to make me feel better. Heather Hills doesn’t care for me like you do.”

You weren’t really processing everything. Was he hitting on you? Or flirting or… He cut your thoughts short by grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him. “Woah what are you-“ He shushed you and grabbed your ice cream from your hand, setting it on the table.

Rodrick grabbed your hands, halting your mindless fiddling. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how good you are to me earlier, y/n. I know that probably made you feel like dog shit.”

You let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, it did. But, you know now?” He placed one of his large hands on your cheek, using his thumb to stroke your face gently, “Yeah, pretty girl, I do.”

Pretty girl. Your stomach churned and your face turned bright red. Rodrick leaned in slowly and gently kissed you. His lips felt heavenly, they were soft and warm and better than you could’ve imagined. “God I’ve wanted to sink my teeth into you ever since I saw you in that little bathing suit.”

His voice was low and guttural, nothing like you’d heard before. This was a new Rodrick and you had no idea how to react, all you could do was sit there and stutter helplessly.

You could melt. Was this really happening? You had to check.

“Is this really happening?”

You felt him smile. He licked a stripe from your collarbone to your jaw, “You tell me.” You moaned quietly as his grasp on your waist tightened.

“How long have you wanted this, y/n? Wanted me?”

Your stomach clenched at his words, might as well tell the truth. “Since sophomore year. I-I went to one of your gigs and you didn’t see me” His hand moved to your breast and you sucked in a breath. “You looked so good on stage, I knew I wanted your hands all over me,” you managed to gasp out.

“I knew you were there,” he said matter-of-factly. You froze. “I told my mom, part of why she likes you so much, thinks you’re supportive of me or something.”

Is he serious, this is humiliating.

“I remember what you were wearing, too. A little red dress, you stood out. Never knew the neighbor girl cleaned up so nice until that night.”

He must’ve sensed your embarrassment, “Hey, it’s okay, no need to be shy.” You eased up a little bit, your hands finding his hair and gently pulling. “Atta girl.”

As things got more heated, he got more eager. At one point he looked up at you, silently asking for permission to remove your shirt. You nodded, laughing at him, “A gentleman, I see.” He made stern eye contact with you,

“I don’t have to be.”

He tore your (his) shirt over your head and stopped when he found you were wearing nothing underneath.

“Naughty, naughty girl.”

You wanted his shirt off too, along with everything else. You wanted to see him, feel him. You made quick work of removing his t-shirt and discarding it on the floor behind you.

You could feel his hard on through your panties and it was driving you insane. “Rodrick,” you panted, “I need you, please.”

The hand he was using to roll your nipple between his fingers moved to your clit and rubbed gentle circles over it. “Since you asked so nicely,” he grinned.

Your hand flew on top of his and he winced. “Oh shit, right, your hand! I’m so so-,” he flipped you onto your back and stood up from the couch. Your stomach dropped before you understood what he was doing. He fought with his belt for a moment before pulling it off and sliding his jeans and boxers off.

Christ he’s big.

He resumed his position on the couch and began stroking his cock while hovering above you. He leaned down to kiss your collar bone sweetly.

You muttered one last plea before he positioned himself in front of you.

“Are you ready for me, pretty girl?”

God there he goes again.

You arched your back up in response, letting out a small sigh of desperation. This was all so new, you had no idea Rodrick could be so… well spoken?

Rodrick took a deep breath as he bottomed out. The air was knocked out of your lungs. Fucking Christ. He split you in half with ease, groaning as he rolled his hips against you.

“R-Rodrick?” He muttered something indistinct in response. “Is this your first time?” He looked kind of embarrassed. “Yeah, uh, it is, yes.” Part of you was happy it was his first time. The other part of you felt bad for him. You knew that if girls would’ve just given him a chance, they’d see how incredible he was-

You were torn from your thoughts by Rodrick pulling out and slamming back into your willing body. You nearly screamed. He continued at an absolutely brutal pace.

“Jesus christ, Rodrick, never knew you could do this,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back.

He smirked down at you before pulling out, grabbing your hips, and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. Your head was pressed sideways against the arm of the couch but you didn’t care. Rodrick quickly got back to work, fucking you to the beginnings of your orgasm.

“Rodrick, I’m gonna-“ He grabbed your hair and yanked hard so your back was against his chest,

“Cum on my cock.”

That was all it took, you were gone, shaking and pulsing around him.

After a few more strokes, Rodrick was gone, too. He was grabbing your ass and grinding his hips against you as he finished.

Gently, he pulled out. He rubbed a hand over your ass and admired your raw, red skin.

You rolled back over, panting. “My god, y/n, how did I live without this for so long?” You smiled lazily at the ceiling. He kissed you, clearly spent. You both sat on his couch, heavy panting filling the room.

Rodrick looked over at you, “Ice cream?” He stuck the cup filled with melted sludge in your direction. You put your hand up in protest, “No thank you.” He shrugged, “More for me.” Roderick slurped the melted treat from his spoon. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

God, Heather would despise this man.

“You know Heather slapped Rowley, right?”

“What? no way?” Rodrick laughed.

“She sure did. Don’t worry though, Rowley got to eat chocolate off of Madison.”

You both spent a moment laughing to yourselves.

You were absolutely satisfied, you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there, on Rodrick’s ratty couch.

“Let’s get you to bed y/n.”

“But I don’t wanna go home, Rodrick!” You whined.

“Who said anything about you going home?”

“Y/n, Mom’s at a writing seminar with Manny and Dad’s at some civil war retreat thing.”

Was he inviting you to stay the night? “Call your mom, tell her you’re with your friend… uh… Heather.”

Giggling, you did just that. “Wait a minute, your parents left you alone with Greg?” He swatted at you playfully, giving you a goofy glare.

Rodrick stood up and offered out his hand. You decided to be cocky and deny his help. In your attempt to stand up, you stumbled, nearly eating shit.

“Woah, woah, easy there tiger,” Rodrick said snarkily, grabbing your waist before you hit the ground. You hadn’t expected to be so unstable.

“Alright, do you want my shirt back, gorgeous?” You nodded sleepily.

He grabbed the previously discarded shirt from the ground and slipped it over your head. He then pushed your hair out of your face and placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

Rodrick led you over to his bed. It was a twin but you guys would make it work.

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a rag. “C’mere sweetheart. You turned to face him slowly as he sat down on the bed. He began tenderly wiping between your thighs.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” he mused. Out of instinct, you looked away from him. “I mean it, y/n.”

He climbed into bed with you, his lanky limbs making comfort difficult.

“There we go,” he sighed after you both finally found a comfortable position. You closed your eyes and Rodrick began tracing lines over your lightly clothed back. You could hear the summer rain pattering against his window and you sighed out, completely satisfied.

Nearly asleep, you noticed something in the corner of Rodrick’s room. His black and white one star’s with tire marks plastered over them. You rolled your eyes and laughed to yourself.

Heather fucking Hills.

+ literally don’t even speak to me about the grammar or the poorly written smut. act like you do not see it ty. and please send me rq’s!!

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