#ongoing series

Valentine stared at his reflection

in the bathroom mirror.

Long curls cascade down his neck to his bare chest.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips

as he reached a hand out

to press it against the foggy glass.

Blue eyes bore into his soul;

hand slick with condensation.

He seemed to do this a lot these days-

drown in contemplation.

He had his meeting with Ruben and Cecelia, just the day prior.

By now,

all the elementals should know

about the tentative date for the trial.

They were just set to discuss.

Cecelia sometimes halted or rushed trial dates, depending on the topic at hand.

Per rules,

all elementals had a vote and a right to weigh their opinion.

Ruben pleaded his case to both Valentine and Cecelia.

The fire elemental only broke the rules

the two times the god of rock witnessed it.

Ruben told the head elementals

that he fell in love with the mortal woman.

Eden, he said her name was.

Ruben had noticed her on one of his watches and visited her

on her twenty fourth birthday.

Valentine had no idea how he came upon her or who she was.

She was just some girl Ruben had eyes for.

The fire elemental stated that as far as he knew,

the man he possessed was okay.

Valentine could back that up.

He continued to watch over the mortal and jot down notes.

The first few days he was sluggish

and got sick a few times.

He had to miss work.

On the third day, he seemed back to normal.

Went to the gym, ate a large breakfast

and did a full shift.

Valentines anxieties were put at ease.

If no one was directly hurt,

that meant Rubens crimes weren't as harsh.

He did interfere directly.

He did tell Eden of who he was.

Though, could he blame him?

He understood that Ruben was going through a hard transition

and being a god could be so lonely

when you don't talk to the others.

Their relationship got bumpy when the rain goddess arrived;

the rift became a gash once the fire elemental was forced to step down from his role.

He instantly resented Valentine for taking his title.

He lashed out;

said a few nasty words he couldn't take back.

Now they only speak when they have to.

Now, Valentine was accusing him of a crime.

Sweat dripped down the back of his neck;

heart sunk in his chest.

There it was again, creeping in.

That nagging, ever present thing

that never seems to leave for long:

the guilt.

He wiped at the glass

to stare into his eyes once more.

"Are you going to join me?"

The water elemental asked from the shower, breaking him out of his thought.

"Yeah, what side do you want me on?"

"Dry side, I'll just be a minute in the water."

He removed his shorts and stepped into the shower.

Raine had her eyes closed as she rinsed out her long blonde hair.

She opened them to see him

looking at her with kind eyes and a lopsided smile.

She grinned.

"Thanks for finally joining me."

She leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

Her face wet against his.

"A lot on your mind?"

He shrugged his shoulders as he looked her bare body over.

"Not anymore."

"One track mind!"

She laughed as she playfully slapped his arm.

"I mean, do you want to talk about it at all?"

They carefully slipped past each other as they switched sides.

Valentine let the warm water fall over his head.

It felt calming; refreshing.

"Yeah. I can't...I can't talk about the trial or the meeting but..."

He trailed off as he put his head under the water once more.

"But I miss him. I miss him more than I let on. I should have talked to him before I talked to Cecelia."

Raine listened intently.

It was good that he was talking about this.

He normally bottled it up until he could write about it.

Sometimes writing wasn't enough.

It is important to need someone.

"I just think he's lonely."

He tried to be vague.

"I think I'm making a big deal of it; it might not be as bad as it seems."

He let the water cascade off of his head again.

"Do you want to try talking to him? One on one, I mean."

She asked as turned away from him and began to wash the front of her body.

He let out a sad sigh.

"Yes but...I don't think he wants to talk to me."

"All you can do is try. He might actually appreciate it and understand where you're coming from. Ruben is stubborn. You know how his anger flares. He is blaming you for something out of your control and I'm sure he knows it. He's reasonable when he calms down."

She was right.

That was some good advice.

"Thank you my love. I think I'll do just that."

He put his right hand on her hip

and kissed the crook of her neck,

a top her shoulder blade.

"Do you need help washing your back?"

She grinned and giggled as she handed him her loofa.

"Only if you must."

He removed his hand from her hip

to apply more soap to the loofa.

He delicately moved her hair to the side

after wetting the loofa

and began to lightly scrub her back in circular motions.

"Thank you darling."

"Always, my sweet. I will love and cherish you until the end of time."

"You're such a poet. It's sexy."

She grinned as she turned to face him.

He laughed and kissed her soft warm lips.

They tasted of hope and strawberries.

"Yeah?"

He asked as he gently pressed her against the shower wall.

He ran one hand down her stomach

as the other found her breast.

Her back slid against the wall

and she used a hand to steady herself

as she let out a breath.

The other found it's way to the back of his neck.

She let out a noise of pleasure as his tongue slid against hers.

The water cascaded against his back;

he relished that he was not the only one getting wet.

He had to stop his worrying;

everything will be alright.

His love is back and for the day at least,

he has no plan to leave her side.

Shower, bed, couch...

they had to make up for lost time.

Everything and everyone else

could wait.

Written by aprilfool🐸

8/17/2026

Hello all!! This is a part from my ongoing series called Rock God. It follows rock god, who is the elemental of both wind and ground (and also the actual god of rock 🤘🏻🤘🏻), along with the other elementals! I release new parts on here and on Wattpad daily. Link to Wattpad is below if you want to read them all together and/or catch up on all the parts. I think I may have just said the same things but you get it! Lol.

A low male voice rang from the air.

That is, until he twisted it.

The low note became higher in range.

He bellowed out the notes;

the wind carried his tunes.

He had allowed his hair

to grow over the years

with it now falling to his chest.

Danced on wind and walked on air.

His skin glistened with sweat;

curls stuck to his neck.

He was giddy.

While it may have been daytime,

he was serenading the moon

in hopes that his love heard it.

He expected her arrival soon.

He danced his dance and sang his song;

changing to his woman form as he moved along.

Back and forth

he changed and harmonized.

He finished his set

as the last rays of light vanished

beneath the horizon.

Valentine had a love for music

since he was a young boy.

His father taught him how to play the guitar;

which quickly transitioned to teaching him to play the fiddle.

His mother taught him how to play the flute.

She told him that his voice was an instrument

and he could play it as well if he gave it a try.

He was determined.

He had no trouble learning any instrument he picked up.

It came natural to him,

as did writing.

By age ten, he was turning his poems into songs.

Valentine ran along the wind

to get to the stone alter.

He used it often to check on the mortal world.

He'd check on the loved ones of the other elementals, of course.

Tonight however, he checked for fun.

He watched music evolve throughout the years.

Viewing concerts almost made him feel like he was actually there.

He studied each performance intensely.

It was his goal to adapt their sound;

learn how to play and sing like them.

He found great joy in it.

He arrived to the vine covered alter

and placed his palms on the ancient alter.

He imagined a band that he had his eye on: Soundgarden.

They were already gaining traction;

he could see them getting big.

Suddenly a bar was in view.

The band performed as the crowd moved.

He had a deep admiration for the grunge scene.

It stood out to him more than any other genre.

For the time being, at least.

He watched and listened as he took notes in his notepad.

He wrote down lyrics that stuck out to him.

He jotted down ideas for a new song.

A young couple in their early to mid twenties

stood off to the side with their friends.

He viewed them for a moment

before bringing his focus back to the band.

He normally didn't pay much mind to the crowd

but something caught his attention.

He tried to ignore it...

but it ate at him.

Something felt off.

He shifted his gaze back to the couple.

The tall man seemed extremely familiar.

It was the intensity in his eyes

mixed with the red hue.

It reminded him of Ruben.

Guilt shot up his spine.

He hated to think it.

Ruben limited his abilities to just reptiles;

he would never mess with humanity like this.

Would he?

The next day,

Valentine put it upon himself to watch both the man and woman.

It was his responsibility as Cecelia's second in command to figure out what was going on.

He didn't want to bring this matter to her attention until he confirmed his suspicion

If he was wrong, he'd leave them be and move on with his life.

He had to be sure.

He wished to view the man first.

A mortal named Dylan.

He lives in a one bedroom apartment,

went out to shows occasionally.

Worked at a radio shack.

He was asleep in his bed;

it was about two pm.

With not much to see,

Valentine shifted his attention to the young woman.

He observed as she read a book under a tree.

After a while it got boring,

as it was all the same thing.

He was actually just about to walk away,

when he spotted him.

The wind began to pick up around him.

His heart threatened to pound out of his chest as he watched Ruben interact with her from afar.

Ruben took control of a snake.

Anger rose up his neck -

fury filled his veins.

He watched as the young man approached the woman under the tree.

Ruben slithered up to him and made the transfer.

Valentine watched as Ruben talked to the girl and told her who he was.

He removed his hands from the stone.

He clenched them into fists and bit the inside of his lip.

He focused on his breathing;

he had to keep control.

The wind was blowing and that was fine.

He mastered it, found it easy to control.

Ground however, was a different story.

He wasn't bad at it by any means.

He was getting better every day.

Still, when his emotions got high...

He reminded himself to breathe in and out.

He focuses on things he could hear and touch.

He sucked in a breath.

Cecelia was out in space with Raine.

Though she probably already knew,

(She had a habit of just knowing things)

he had a duty to tell her.

He sucked in a sharp breath

before scribbling his feelings furiously.

Written by aprilfool🐸

8/15/2026

This is a part from my original ongoing series Rock God. This particular part follows rock gods perspective, while I use different parts to jump around to the perspective of the other elementals.

I post new parts daily on both here and Wattpad. If you want to read all of the parts in order (they are in order how I post them and it is intentional) for free here:

The night was calm and quiet.

He arrived at the meeting point only after a few hours of travel.

He let out two whistles in quick succession; they cut through the still night.

When he didn't hear it in return,

he climbed the tree he stood under.

He sat upon the sturdiest branch to wait.

He made up poems in his head

to pass the time.

Then, he heard it.

Two quick whistles.

He climbed down from his perch

and spotted her after a short walking distance.

Her dress was long; hair secured under a head wrap.

He smiles brightly at the woman.

"Margaret. Hello."

"Valentine. It's nice to see you."

This had been maybe their third time conducting together.

She leads the freedom seekers while

he navigates and provides a watchful eye; serving as protection.

He was a good shot.

His eye ever watchful.

When they first met she had called him Mr. Ackley to which he replied:

"Mr. Ackley is my father. Please, call me Valentine."

Tonight, they stood and discussed the plan.

She would spend the day gathering information and spreading word.

They'd meet up at the same point after nightfall the next day,

then travel to the next meeting point

to gather their passengers.

They'd continue to lead them to the safe house.

He studied her under the moonlight;

she was radiant and fascinating.

While this was only their third time meeting in person,

they had written countless letters to each other other the years.

She would write in to his newsletter

with tales of hardship and her eventual escape from her captors.

He became engrossed with her story.

After about thirty of her entries,

he reached out to her.

He sent her a letter; asking where she learned how to write and expressing gratitude for her sharing her story.

It was captivating; well written.

He felt drawn to other wordsmiths.

They remained in contact

and he offered his services.

Occasionally, they'd speak sweet words to each other or steal sidelong glances.

He had a proper crush on her.

A sentiment she shared.

She too, felt an attraction to Valentine

and found him to be interesting.

Though it never advanced.

It couldn't.

He may have dreamed of it

but he kept it there.

While he was completely enamoured by her beauty and strength;

he did not want to do that to his wife.

She would be devastated.

He believed she would stay with him despite it;

It would not be fair to her nor their children.

With only the stars and moonlight

illuminating his path,

he moved silently down the trail

that he had come to know so well.

He spit as he chewed his tobacco

and sang amongst himself.

Valentine arrived at the home

of his older brother;

just as the first rays of light began to trickle in through the trees.

He let himself into the kitchen through the back door,

as they had discussed.

It was a vast home with many bedrooms.

Fitting for Vernon's large family.

Most importantly, there were secret rooms and passages within the walls.

It served as a proper train station.

Vernon had breakfast waiting for him.

A large plate, along with a glass and pitcher of water.

Valentine sat at the small table and

set his bag on the chair beside him.

He poured water into his cup and took long, deep drinks.

The house was quiet.

His nieces and nephews were not yet up for the day;

his brother already gone for work.

Vernon and Vincent both worked

for their fathers logging company.

While it brought in decent money,

Valentine left it all behind to pursue his own dreams.

Valentine cleaned his dishes after he finished his breakfast.

He gathered his belongings and took them to the spare bedroom

he often stayed in when he visited alone.

He was tired; his legs aches badly.

They had a certain heaviness to them,

as did his eyes.

He laid on the bed; falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He awoke to the glow of golden hour shining in through his window.

He could hear laughter and the clanging of silverware from the next room.

He got dressed, tied his hair back into a bun and exited the guest bedroom.

"Val!" Vernon excitedly announced upon seeing his younger brother.

He was a tall burly man with light brown eyes and dark straight hair.

"Vern!" Valentine returned his grin

as they separated the distance between them.

They embraced in a long hug; squeezing each other tightly.

"Hello everyone!" Valentine greeted his brother's wife Eliza, along with

seven nieces and nephews.

He was greeted with an array of:

"Uncle Valentine!"

and

"Hi uncle Val!"

"Hello Valentine, it is nice to see you."

The final greeting came from Eliza.

"Please sit, we have a plate for you."

He did as he was instructed

and thanked the woman after she placed the plate of hot food in front of him.

The table was long and made of sturdy wood.

He sat beside his brother and his oldest niece, who was fifteen years old.

She asked him to tell Josephine she said hello.

He told he gladly would write to her given the chance.

"Now," Vernon cut through the noise of the chatter.

Everyone stopped to listen.

"What did I say earlier?"

He made it his goal to look at each child pointedly.

"To do the dishes after supper?"

One child asked.

"Not to eat dirt or worms."

Another stated.

Vernon kept his gaze fixed on them as he raised an eyebrow.

"Not to tell anyone."

Sarah, his oldest answered.

Vernon nodded as he pointed a finger at her.

"Yes ma'am! Uncle Val is not here. Do you understand?"

Most of the kids nodded or said

"Yes."

While a couple said:

"No."

"Your father means you can talk about it with family, not anyone else." Eliza stated.

"Telling others can put us all in danger. We would like to remain safe."

"Besides," Vernon added.

"Uncle Val and his family will be visiting again in a few months. That visit will not be secret."

The kids washed the dishwear after they all finished their supper.

Valentine grabbed his banjo out of his room;

his own instrument that he left for times he was here.

He sat with his brother and strummed

while they smoked and caught up with one another.

He left his brothers home an hour after nightfall.

He traveled to the same spot as before,

stood under his large tree

and whistled; short and quick.

With no reply, he climbed up his tree.

He suspected he was early anyway.

He chewed his tobacco and spit off the side of the tree.

He continued to form words in his mind.

That is until, he was broken out of thought.

He heard rustling in the foliage,

followed by multiple voices.

He held his breath and stiffened.

Slave patrols were not an uncommon thing.

However, he did not expect them to be here.

They traveled past Valentines tree,

not looking up.

They were talking about where they would go next and appeared to be intoxicated.

Thankfully, some useful information.

They knew where to avoid.

The whistle cut through the air.

Short and quick.

Two of them.

He could feel beads of sweat form on his forehead and neck.

His hand reached for his pistol.

Though thankfully, none of them seemed to notice.

They either thought she was a bird

or had not noticed it over their conversation.

He waited with fated breathe as they walked away.

He let go of his pistol.

Once they were out of sight,

he climbed down the tree.

Slow and careful not to make a sound.

He traveled on careful feet to where Margaret waited.

She smiled brightly when she saw him.

She opened her mouth, as if to speak

but Valentine rapidly shook his head.

He held up one finger to his lips.

She locked eyes with him and he could tell that she understood the gravity of the situation.

A twig snapped.

The voices grew close again.

They quickly hid behind the overgrowth of the forest.

They crouched side by side.

Not daring to move nor breathe.

Margaret reached over and held tightly onto Valentine's hand.

He squeezed it in return;

his other hand readied on his pistol.

Both their hearts were beating rapidly in their chests.

The men were just talking.

They glanced around but it seemed like they gave up on the area.

A good sign, though no reason to let ones guard down.

The patrol men continued forward.

The paid stayed where they were.

Frozen, hands clenched together.

They looked at each other, faces close.

He stared at her eyes and took one tempting glance at her lips.

With the voices in the distance;

they closed the distance between themselves.

Her lips were soft and warm.

His heart fluttered in his chest

as he moved his hands to the woman's waist.

She placed her hands on his shoulders as they kissed deep.

He didn't think; just moved.

They had a close brush with trouble.

They were lucky to be free;

lucky to be alive.

A locomotive horn sounded in the distance.

They removed their clothing and began to explore each other's bodies.

Warm hands traveled to parts previous unexplored.

Skin soft and so inviting.

He kissed down her neck, chest, stomach

and drank her in.

He made love to her as if it were the last thing he'd ever do.

She embraced him and sang his name into the night.

It was better than he could ever imagine.

For now, he pushed the guilt away.

Written by aprilfool🐸

8/8/2026

This is a part of my ongoing fictional series 'Rock God'. If you want to read all of the parts together, you can find it free here on wattpad! New episodes daily. 😊 Okay, thank you, rock on 🤘🏻 I hope that you enjoy this as much as I do!

So far I've gotten a pretty good understanding of my job so far, it's not like there was any kind of public resources- since y'know secret organization. I finally finished my training since my last log. I'm a D class Agent now aka basically a civilian with a few special things going on. So far I've gone on one mission- cleaning Chicken Linda's feathers. Apparently she escaped the compound a few hours ago and no one has been able to get her to clean off so they forked the job off to me.

Note: Chicken Linda is a 5th tier anomaly, meaning that she is completely harmless and doesn't possess the power to cause any sort of positive or negative affects to Agents. Chicken Linda or anomaly 5_8906 appears to be a normal Rhode Island Red Chicken but has shown the ability to comprehend a multitude of languages to the extent of being able to read a number of classic novels and answering questions about what she read. Chicken Linda likes green onion.

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