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Knight in Shining Armor (Greece x Reader)

  Another day of school... You thought mentally, fixing your glasses and beanie over dark red hair. (Please roll with what I've got goin, but if it bugs you that much, just insert your looks, m'kay?) Gilbert never missed a chance to make fun of you, of your strange eyes, your funny hiss, the way you always wore that old beanie that you had gotten from your brother who had run from home years ago... like you should have done...
  You could hear your father stirring in his room and quickly grabbed your bag, darting for the door... but not in time...
  "______!!! Where's my beer!?"
  You cursed. Not another one. "On the table, beside your breakfast." Your voice was soft and submissive, after years of living with the man who took a swing if you were so much as an inch out of line. You glanced down, seeing the black and white plaid shirt's long sleeve had slid up. This was also your brother's, as he never bought you new clothing and you had out grown most of your own. Another thing Gilbert never failed to notice.
  Your father's bedroom door slammed open, adding yet another crack to the old house you lived in. He threw his half full bottle from last night, hitting you square in the shoulder. You bit your lip, determined not to make a sound, because he'd only throw another at you if you did. Blood mixed with beer, making the pain all the worse.
  "Clean up the mess." He said after looking over you a moment, a look of pure disgust upon his face. He lumbered off to the tiny kitchen while you quickly cleaned the mess and put on another shirt, hoping the blood wouldn't soak through. You quietly left, braving the rain rather than your father's anger.

Hercules's POV

  I sat down at the breakfast table, working on a sketch of a cat I had saw roaming the streets. This table held alot of the loud, rambunctious kids. Gilbert and his friends. Alfred and his  brother were arguing while the youngest, Matthew tried to interject, being ignored. 
A red headed girl walked over, (e/c) color eyes starring intently at her converse. There was only one seat left in the crowded cafeteria. The one next to me.
She knew that too, given her eyes kept darting to Gilbert, fear obvious in them. I glanced at the red eyed albino. He already saw her.
She sat next to me, head down as she pulled out her own sketchbook. Gilbert walked over, gazing down at the now ridged girl, pencil frozen in mid stroke.
His hand rose up, hovering over the beanie, though she didn't see it. "Why are you always wearing this old, ratty thing anyways?" He ripped it off, a squeak emanating from her as her hands reached up, trying to hide whatever was under there.
But it was too late for that. Everyone saw it.
Two snow white cat ears, twitching in the now silent room.
"She's part cat. HAHA!!!" Everyone started to laugh, making crud jokes About the girl who was trying so hard not to break down. 
She bolted, leaving behind her sketch book. 
I stood, my fingers gently grasping the beat up sketch book. No one was paying any attention to me, but that didn't matter to me. I would go after her either way. No one deserved that treatment.
I found her sitting under the swaying branches of the ancient willow tree behind the school. A small stream ran by the tree where she looked down into, facing away from it. Gilbert still had her beanie, and she had taken off a dark green plaid over shirt, revealing a white tank top that... Was stained with fresh blood...
I hurried over, hearing soft cries not unlike a small cat's. She held her arm in the rushing mountain water, the water stained red. 
 She stiffened when the grass below my feet crackled. "Are you okay?"
Her head slowly turned, (e/c) wide with surprise at my appearance. "I-I'm fine..." She pulled her over shirt back on, wincing yet never taking those untrusting eyes off of me.
Something  in me wanted to change that. I couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful, even as she quickly wiped tears from those pale cheeks. 
I sat by her, feeling her tense next to me. I frowned slightly at the way she looked ready for me to hurt her. "You don't look okay to me, much less fine."
She sat quietly, not daring to say a word.
"Can I ask your name?"
"(f/n) (l/n)." 
"Hercules Karpusi."
We sat and talked, or, I did mostly, until the bell rang for first period.