Chapter 23: Evil Of The Gorgon And The Siren Is Out Now. (actually It Was Out Like 30 Mins Ago But Oh

I hate wattpad so much rn. Its glitching when I'm trying to look through old chapters of my OWN BOOK so I can make sure I'm not straying from what I've previously written in the sequel. (Nevermind the fact i havent technically finished the first book yet)

hello again booteeful

i was wondering if you could do a part 2 to this part 2? well technically its a part 3

ok im confusing myself now XD DX

could you do another part to the Shapeshifter!Reader finally serving her detentions because deuce asked her to.

im in love with this and i feel like i might annoy you into making it a mini series???

AS ALWAYS NO RUSH/PREASSURE

LUV YA

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! This probably isnt the best and is kinda short but i tried. Some of the chars may be a bit out of character but oh well anyways- hope you enjoy! (Also if you want a mini series of this i will absolutely make one)

POV: Shapeshifter!reader complaining about her detentions

Part 3ish to this

Y/n sat in her dorm room, her head on her desk, groaning as her friend group entered the room, she was in.

“What’s up with her?” Draculaura asked Deuce who was sitting calmly on her bed.

“She got another detention for attacking Heath and swearing at Mr Komos.” Deuce explained.

“Mr Komos hates me!” Y/n groaned hitting her head against the desk as Deuce quickly moved his hand on the desk to stop her from doing so.

“Well, he wouldn’t if you’d stop getting in trouble.” Clawdeen reasoned.

“That is impossible.” Y/n hissed, her head now resting in Deuce's hand.

“It’s… really not.” Clawdeen stated.

“It is for me!” Y/n exclaimed, finally standing up to sit next to Deuce and bury her face in his shoulder.

“Y/n- Just stop breaking the rules and you know- mocking teachers.” Clawdeen instructed.

Y/n lifted her head off Deuce's shoulder to give the werewolf a deadpan look.

“See- see that is where you lose me.” She stated, “I mean- What’s the point of being able to shapeshift if I never use it to mock my teachers?”

“In her defence, we do encourage her.” Frankie pointed out.

“Well-”

“Clawdeen, don’t you dare act like you guys have never asked me to make fun of a teacher… or pretend to be a parent so you can get out of classes for a few days which- we go to a boarding school I don’t know how any of you thought that would work… Heath… or how it somehow manages to keep working even though we’ve done it like fifty times.”

“I mean- I guess that’s true.” Clawdeen gave in “But Y/n you can’t keep getting detentions.”

“I know but- where’s the fun in that?” Y/n said before pausing “And I’m about to get another one.” “How do you know that?” Deuce asked, glancing down at her.

“Mr Komos is coming.” She answered before adding “I’m technically skipping a detention.”

“Y/n!” Clawdeen scolded.

“How do you even know he’s coming?” Draculaura asked.

“I memorised his footsteps.” The shapeshifter responds, standing up to sit by her window.

“Y/n! Are you in here? You’re supposed to be in detention!” Mr Komos yelled, knocking on her door.

Y/n stayed silent.

“Did she run off again?” “No, I’ve decided to be mature and wait for you to call campus security on me this time.” She responded.

“What do you mean-” Mr Komos questioned, opening the door and seeing her by the window “Don’t you dare.”

“Bye guys, bye Deuce love you!” She exclaimed, waving and opening her window, jumping out of it.

Mr Komos rushed over to the window, peering downwards, Deuce doing the same, only to find her gone.

“How does she keep doing that?” Mr Komos groaned.

“She’s amazing.” Deuce smiled continuing to look out the window.

Books are expensive, Hermes thinks learning about your religion should be free.

They're just the basics and only a few, but feel free to ask me to add anything and I'll try my best!

Part 2 please

Stars (pt 2 to flowers)

A/n: Heyy, heres part two to flowers, Hope you enjoy! (sorry this took so long!) I might make a part 3.

Pt 1 Here

POV: Y/n rethinking her decision to not follow her heart.

It had been three months since Deuce had his realization of his feelings and unfortunately for him, Y/n and Porter had begun dating but his feelings were still going strong. Often he’d wind up hanging out with both Y/n and Porter at the same time rather then the duo’s usual hanging out just the two of them, of course that was to be expected, she was dating someone, he should expect her boyfriend to join them in their hangouts and he’d simply just have to become accoustomed to it. No matter how much his chest hurts when he see’s them together, no matter how much his snakes bite him for not doing anything and tell him ‘just turn him to stone’, no matter how much he wishes he could take Porters place.

However, this new arrangement did mean he could make some observations, he noticed that Porter didn’t have the same habit of removing flowers from her hair to discover the meanings from Y/n, he’d noticed that her hair had been littered with Pink Camellia’s and a yellow flower of which, after some study, he learned was known as a Carnation. Whilst he didn’t know the meanings of Carnations, flower meanings were Y/ns thing, he knew that whatever it meant, most likely reflected on Y/n.

On a sunny Saturday morning, Deuce decided to go on a walk in the forest, unaware that this may alter the course of his relationship with the girl he’d been crushing on.

A familiar voice could be heard talking quietly to herself.

“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me… not.” The voice sighed, plucking petals off of a daffodil “Well I dunno what to do! I mean, what if he’s not the one, what if I’m just making things up? I thought I was reading the flowers right but.. they changed the moment I acted on them… what if I was wrong? Perhaps I should’ve just listened to my heart.”

The separate sounds of three birds sounded, squawking loudly as if arguing. Deuce inched closer to the sound and saw Y/n sitting on a log, talking to a group of three birds, one dove, one eagle and an owl.

“Okay well no offense owl, but I’d rather take the romance advice from the dove and the eagle.” Y/n spoke causing the owl to hoot offendedly.

The dove and the eagle continued squawking. “Yes I understand that if I don’t love him I should but… it was in the flowers wasn’t it? Written in the stars, if- if I follow what my heart is saying… would the gods get mad?” She wondered as Deuce emerged from the trees.

“Hey.” He spoke, a light smile on his face, the birds quickly flying off as he walks closer.

“Hey.” She smiled glancing at him.

“Uh, may I?” He asked, gesturing to the spot next to her on the log.

“Sure.” She responded, moving over slightly.

He sat down next to her, gently removing the overgrown flowers from her hair, handing her a bouquet of flowers that came from her hair. She blushed, gently taking the flowers.

“Hey could I get your advice on something?” He requested.

“Sure.” She confirmed glancing at him.

“Okay so, I fell in love with someone… I fell in love with someone who I can’t have and may never be able to have because she’s with someone else and every time I see her with the person she’s with… a little part of me dies. It hurts so much; what would you recommend I do?” He asked.

She paused, thinking.

“Well, normally I’d say, ‘let it go’, but I can see from your expression, that may not be possible... So, I’m going to say it never hurts to try, tell this girl and if she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, so be it.” She advised.

“Okay…” He took a deep breath before continuing “Y/n, the girl is you.”

Pt 3

In the past day i've written three chapters for my fanfic... and am now writing a fourth, someone stop me.

HIIIYYAAA!!! its me again i bloody L O V E D the messing around b4 class one you did.

(for this one Deuce and Y/N are already together and she is a shapeshifter) if you arent busy or anything like that a cute thing I thought of was Deuce, Y/N, Heath, Clawdeen, Drac, Frankie, etc all chilling in a chill room or common room during free period or on a weekend messing around and having fun and just laughing about dumb crap. Then Komos walks past and Y/N uses her piers to turn into him and yells out something funny to him just to mess with him but he knows its her which causes everyone to laugh again.

Just another weird thought/concept I thought of!!!

Luv ya💚🖤

A/n: Thank you for the request! Idk how I did but I tried to fulfil it, hope you enjoy, love ya!

POV: Shapeshifter!Y/n and the group messing around in their free period.

Y/n rested her head on Deuces shoulder, his hand wrapped around her shoulders, happily joking around with their friends as the group threw a small rubber ball around the room.

“Okay, okay, do Headmistress Bloodgood.” Clawdeen said as Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and straightened herself up.

She closed her eyes, focusing on Headmistress Bloodgood’s basic appearance and features, turning herself into an exact replica of her.

“My goodness children, have you been breaking rules?” She says her voice almost exactly matching Headmistress Bloodgood’s.

“Draculaura!” She yelled suddenly causing Draculaura to jump “Have you been doing witchcraft? That is so horrible, how dare you be doing something so humanlike in our school. Witchcraft is an abomination!”

The group laughed as she turned to Deuce.

“Mr Gorgon!” She yelled causing Deuce to raise an eyebrow at her, flinching slightly “Are you causing trouble?”

Deuce shook his head.

“Don’t lie Mr Gorgon, I see you just sitting there with your green snake hair and glasses, very clearly breaking rules. Detention for two months due to all your rule breaking.” She says, making a mock angry face at Deuce before turning back to her normal self and moving herself closer to Deuce.

“You should get used to saying my last name, it’ll be yours someday.” He whispered in her ears making her cheeks heat up as she lightly slapped his chest.

“I dunno, I think it should be L/n-Gorgon but whatever.” She whispered to him.

“Ooh Y/n! Do the music teacher.”  Frankie requested.

This time instead of standing up she merely transformed into their music teacher and did an ungodly impression of their teachers singing (causing most of the group to cover their ears and laugh, except Deuce of whom was too busy wincing in pain).

Just then Mr Komos walked past causing Y/n to crane her head around with an evil smile on her face.

She closed her eyes and turned herself into him before yelling out.

“I’m Mr Komos, Here’s a musical number on True Monster Hearts instead of a lesson! I have a massive crush on Headmistress Bloodgood, hence why I keep sucking up to her!"

The group snickered.

“Y/n! We’ve talked about this! What did Headmistress Bloodgood say about imitating teachers?” He scolded walking over to the group causing them to laugh harder.

She transformed herself into Headmistress Bloodgood again before mimicking her.

“Never under any circumstances should you ever imitate a teacher! If you are caught doing it again I will give you a detention. Blah blah blah, this is a very serious offence- oh hello Dracula, are you here to donate some money to the school? You are looking wonderful by the way, very dead. Now where was I? Ah yes! No more transforming into teachers or else, blah blah blah blah blah.” Y/n mimicked.

“You just did it again.” Komos scolded.

“Headmistress Bloodgood isn’t technically a teacher though, she’s a Headmistress, she didn’t say anything about that.” Y/n said matter-of-factly, the group laughing even harder.

Unfortunately for Y/n, the look on Mr Komos’s face indicated no matter her excuse she’d be getting detention.

“Uh- You can’t give detention to what you can’t catch!” Y/n yelled turning herself into a rabbit and running off.

There is a roach in my room and for the past week it's been terrorising me, I'm personally too scared of it to go anywhere near it but my father is always asleep when it comes out, and i think it knows that. Over the past few days it has gotten progressively closer to me, and has somehow made it's way into the little gap between the drawers in my nightstand, next to my bed. I cannot sleep. I fear if I do it will scurry its evil, disgusting path all the way to my bed. I tried spraying it with the deoderant i keep next to my bed (I dont have anything better for it, i have a cat and idk if roach killer is safe for them or not) in hopes of luring it out so i could trap it in a jar or something, but i fear it only made the area smell nice and as such more appealing.

It has already won.

This is now the roaches room.

Please save me.

So, in the past week I've written two chapters for my fanfiction and I already know people may hate me for what I've done...

Hey could you do a Deuce x human!reader and him meeting her and finding out humans aren’t as bad as he thought?

A/n: TY SM FOR THE REQUEST ANON! This may not be the best but nyways, this was requested 2 times but with a kinda seperate plot point so I'm going to make another version of this. Sorry this ones super long lol.

POV: Deuce discovering humans aren't as bad as he thought

Humans are horrible, evil creatures. That is something that had been drilled into Deuce Gorgon's brain since the day he could talk. He was taught that humans were vicious, smelly, weak creatures who targeted defenceless monsters. The only thing protecting monsters from them was their smarts or lack thereof.

Y/n L/n had lived the vast majority of her life believing Monsters were fictional, fake creatures used to scare small children into listening to their parents. Creatures that only ever truly exist in the minds of children, keeping them up at night as they peer through the cracks of open closets, or hiding under their beds, waiting to strike, she was half right.

You may be wondering, how Deuce Gorgon had found himself in the human world, how these two beings could ever possibly meet, well- as with all things, it began with chaos.

Deuce and his best friend Heath strutted down the streets of a human city, heads down until they reached a busy Café, deciding this was the perfect place to terrorize humans.

Heath threw a ball of flame towards one of the café parasols, effectively turning it to ash. Deuce removed his beanie, allowing his snakes to be free.

They continued causing chaos like that, laughing cruelly as humans ran around in a panic, just as they were about to leave, however… Deuce saw someone.

A girl around his age, evidently unbothered by the chaos- or perhaps she simply hadn’t noticed it, cleaning a table, earphones in her ears. She looked as though she was the embodiment of Aphrodite herself, her appearance almost ethereal. Surely, she was some form of Siren, perhaps a demi-goddess… but why would she be working at a café in the human world if she were either of those things?

He considered walking over to her, making himself known but stopped himself, why should he? She was a human; they were evil and bad. But this girl was far too beautiful to be some ordinary human.

Just then he saw a small child, around the age of three running over to her in tears, gently pulling on her apron.

She turned around, removing her earphones to see the small child, she knelt down to their level, looking at them in concern.

“What’s the matter hon?” She asked gently, Deuce thought her voice was hypnotic.

The child, unable to speak from their sobs, showed her a badly burnt teddy bear.

“Oh dear! Poor thing, would you like me to fix it up for you?” She offered, slowly taking the bear in her hands.

The child nodded.

“Okay, I’ll fix it.” She smiled kindly.

“P-please be quick, Mr Bear protects me from the monsters.” The child sobbed.

“Hey, don’t worry, I won’t let any monsters harm you, okay kid? Just until Mr Bear is back in action.” She said softly.

“O-okay.” The child stammered.

She paused, glancing down at her apron pocket before slowly smiling. “Okay, now… close your eyes.” She whispered, the child quickly doing as told “I’m going to do a magic trick.”

She quickly shoved the burnt bear into her pocket, pulling out an almost exact replica of the bear, this one looking brand new.

“Okay… now, open them!” She exclaimed, holding the bear out.

The child gasped, practically snatching the bear from her, clutching it tightly to their chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The child exclaimed engulfing the girl into a tight hug before rushing off.

The girl smiled at the child before turning back to the table to continue cleaning the table, before finally, very calmly, pouring water over the burning parasol, taking the charred remains over to a bin and throwing it in.

Deuce wondered whether she was used to this.

“Y’know it’s rude to stare right?” He heard the girl muse, her attention on cleaning a table.

He glanced around, realising that the only people on this once busy street were him, Heath (who was busy causing chaos across the road) and her.

She turned around to face him, one hand resting on her hip, giving him a pointed look.

“Nice hair, by the way, but uh- not sure if you heard but, Halloween was last week.” She said sarcastically, glaring.

“Oh- it’s not a-” He began, suddenly feeling remarkably nervous- what was she doing to him?

“Bup, bup, bup. I don’t care.” She hissed walking forward, crossing her arms “What I do care about is that you and your little friend keep coming to my place of work, dressed in costumes, setting shit on fire- causing me to lose pay so the company can pay for replacements- freaking people out, which nice touch on the mechanical hairs- very realistic- but you're making my job harder because I’m the one who has to clean up after your little ‘pranks’ so you better cut it out.”

At that, she moved to turn around before pausing.

“And by the way, sunglasses, really? Kinda makes you look like a douche- well more of a douche.”

He watched her walk away, contemplating whether or not to call out.

“Wait!” He exclaimed, glancing around to ensure Heath wasn’t looking.

She turned around, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh- I’m sorry… how can I- can I make it up to you?” He asked.

She stayed silent, crossing her arms and giving him a sceptical look, examining his body language before sighing.

“Look, I have my break in five minutes, I’ll probably have to spend it cleaning anyways, you really want to make it up to me, come help.” She said before adding “And uh- don’t bring your friend, I’d rather not talk to someone who by the looks of things has fewer brain cells than a sponge.”

Deuce gave her a slight smile and a nod.

And five minutes later he did exactly that, he helped the human girl clean up the mess he and Heath had made, getting to know her as they did so.

“So, uh- if you don’t mind me asking, what was that with the kid? Y’know the one you gave the bear to.” Deuce asked.

“Oh, uh- they’re my friend's younger sibling… an orphan, been looking after them when I can since my friend can’t anymore.” She spoke, looking down at the table she was cleaning.

“You mean your friend is-”

“Dead, yes.”

“Oh. I’m sorry… do they live with you?” He asked.

“No… they live in the city orphanage; I help out there when I can but when I’m 18 I’ll adopt them officially.”

Deuce stayed silent, looking at the girl who’d suddenly seemed to find a spot on the table more interesting than anything else.

“You, okay?” He asked cautiously.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m uh- I’m fine… just don’t really want to talk about this…” She said looking up at him “Uh- y’know I think you’ve helped enough; I forgive you and stuff; this is my job anyway so I’ll… I’ll finish cleaning it.”

“No- I wanna help.” He said quickly.

She gave him a soft smile.

“Thanks.” She smiled “Y’know, you’re a good person, perhaps I’ve judged you too harshly.” “Yeah… I’m uh really sorry about uh… the damage and stuff by the way… truly.” He spoke.

“It’s alright, I didn’t really care as much as I let on, I actually found it quite funny most times… whilst it was happening at least.” She grinned “I’m Y/n by the way.”

“Deuce.” He said, grinning.

She looked at him for a moment before quickly pulling her notepad out of one of her pockets and writing something down.

“Here, uh- text me some time, you seem cool and I’d like to get to know you better.” She said, tearing the paper out of her notepad, folding it in half and handing it to him.

“Thanks, I uh- will.” He smiled, taking it.

“I’ve gotta get back to work now but uh- good meeting you… officially that is.”

She walked away, returning back into the café, Deuce remained standing there, staring at the phone number in his hands, a wide smile on his face.

Perhaps humans weren’t as bad as he thought.

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