#red hoodies and bronze swords au

[patolemus]

part 2 of Red Hoodies!! 🩵

ooooh I knew you'd be curious about this one. I still have so many ideas on how to make it come to life and haven't decided which storyline I'm going for, but I do know I have at least two scenes I need to write. There's going to be an expansion on Stiles' relationship with Artemis, which I briefly mentioned during red hoodies, and also how Stiles and Athena's relationship is tested during HoO (so how he reacts to Athena giving the quest to Annabeth and not him, and why she does that. It's all very emotional tbh). It's also going to be featuring Marcus, Stiles' allegedly werewolf roommate!

Here's the first 500 words just for you, my love! Just... don't expect many of these because there's not a lot more to choose from. As in, there's nothing else to choose from. It's literally this and two half written scenes (I'm so sorry)

Something’s humming in the back of his head.

Stiles tries his best to ignore it, just as he’s been doing for the past two days, back when the noise first started. He tries to focus on the essay for his social sciences core requirement class, but it’s hard to think about the sociological and cultural impacts of Ancient Greece in modern times - which is definitely not what the essay is supposed to be about, but ask Stiles if he gives a shit - when you feel like your brain is being used as a speaker at full volume.

Stiles checks the time on the clock on his desk. 3:27 AM. Groaning, he rubs at his eyes with the heels of his palms, trying to get some focus back. Marcus still isn’t back, not that Stiles expected him to be. The guy can barely stand to be in the same room as him most of the time. He’s pretty sure he’s taken all late classes this semester so he can sleep while Stiles is in class all morning and disappear the rest of the day.

He really should make time to sit him down and explain everything to him, lest he transfers out altogether. Stiles would feel awfully bad if he were to drive someone out of college because of a misunderstanding, of all things. Miscommunication is only entertaining in books, and only when it’s comical. 

This isn’t comical, it’s bordering on tragic.

Stiles makes a mental note to corner his roomate sometime soon, then goes back to his essay.

“The presence and influence of Ancient Greece can be spotted throughout most western cultures…” he trails off. Stiles reads the last words he’s written on his word document at least five more times, trying to remember where he was going with this point. He’s pretty sure it had something to do with symbology.

The humming doesn’t stop.

His phone screen lights up, startling him. Stiles barely even uses the thing when out of Beacon Hills, not wanting to attract monsters, so he only keeps it on him for emergencies. He plans on ignoring it, but the thing lights up again, and again, and again, a slew of messages coming in in rapid succession.

Curiosity and anxiety piqued, Stiles picks it up. There are six messages from Scott, two from Allison, another two from Isaac, four from Lydia, one from Jackson, seven from Erica, three from Boyd, five from Peter - which is what’s alarming him the most, if he’s honest, Peter never texts, he calls and sends letters like the pretentious little douchebag he is - and a whooping seventeen from Derek.

Okay, then.

It doesn’t surprise him that they’re all together. They’re all attending colleges in-state, and apart from him, only Jackson and Lydia decided on somewhere other than the county's Community College. Jackson is back for the next few days because of the full moon, and Lydia probably decided to come with. Because that’s a luxury she can take. She’s that smart.

With no small amount of trepidation, because this can only ever mean trouble for him, Stiles opens up his chat with Derek. Most people wouldn’t think they’ve been together for years if they saw the conversation thread, because they barely even talk there. The last message before tonight is from a month ago, before Stiles came back to school for the new semester. He mostly communicates from his laptop, a gift from Daedalus, which makes it untraceable for monsters. Also, it has a satellite internet connection, which comes pretty handy when someone in his dorm building gets ideas and ends up cutting the whole building’s electricity.

Fucking wannabe frat boys.

And here's a real life screenshot of what comes immediately after. Again, I'm so sorry.

[barbika1508]

Hiwaga (Vampire! Jeongguk x Reader)

Part 4

Words: 9,6k

Genre: Soulmate AU, Reincarnation AU, Enemies to Lovers, Action, Romance, Smut

Pairing: Vampire! Jeongguk x Reader

Warnings: Sexy times – Biting kink, Handjob, Creampie, Cowgirl, Missionary

Summary: Life was good, playing out better than it has been ever before. My future was bright and full of promises and wishes coming to realization. All up until she showed up. She stormed though the front doors ruining everything along the way by her mere presence derailing my goals and purpose in life. A puny mortal, a child, a complete nuisance, and yet…The key to an unimaginable life, to the truth all along.

Author's note: Hiwaga – mystery; full of wonder Agápi mou /Greek/ - My love Daimones - The word is derived from Proto-Indo-European *daimon "provider, divider (of fortunes or destinies)," from the root *da- "to divide". Daimons were possibly seen as the souls of men of the golden age acting as tutelary deities.

Ta - Daaaaaa 🥳 🎉 🎉 🎉

Jeongguk’s POV:

If looks could kill, Yoongi hyung would definitely be dead by now.

Huh?

Poor hyung. He’s doing his best I mean what else can he do in this case? None of us know.

I recognize that voice. It’s not mine but I easily recognize it. I’m slightly annoyed that it’s filling my own thoughts so wholesomely in the abyss that surrounds me. As if that was some sort of key or password to log in the sudden images that flood my mind catch me completely off guard – a memory begins to play behind my eyelids.

‘’Hi I’m Y/N L/N!’’ the girl introduces herself a tad bit too loud, looking bright eyed with a wide grin, naivety just pungent from the first look of her. Pfff a mouse, she’s a mouse. A cute one, to play with. Those are Jimin’s first thoughts of her. Everyone underestimated the human, thinking lesser of her from the get go.

It’s hard seeing the image shift and see her in a completely new light. If I was conscious, I’d redirect the thoughts elsewhere to the important parts. But for a fact I’m aware that I am stuck in sort of a weird limbo where I have no recollection or control of my body nor mind. It all just seems to be floating around. Maybe I should consider this to be lucky to have been drawn to Jimin hyungs thoughts in the first place.

And yet the image of her before me is foreign. Not realistic. The scene is right out of a movie. A movie I’d prefer she didn’t star in.

Her once beautiful gown has been reduced into scarps the drapery thrown off. There’s a cut running up the fabric of the now skirt up till the belt line that holds the top part together; its not hard to spot the wound a proper gash that’s running from the above of her left knee and runs all the way up over her thigh, disappearing underneath the dress, most likely continuing along to her mid-belly.

Her sword which she labelled a few times to be as her pride and joy still remains in her grasp, pointing finger curled above the hilt properly meaning she’s still in combat mode. It once glinted bronze-gold – but right now the blade has been covered by splatters of dark red across the edges and mid-section, blood dripping from the upper end. Most of the blade’s intricated engraved detailing has been masked by the red liquid that remains dripping to the ground from the tip.

As our gazes raise I can feel and easily understands hyung’s hesitation. I can feel others too, but watch as only Yoongi at the far right of is moving and approaching her.

Her chest is heaving, the only sound louder in the room is her pounding heartbeat. Her expression rivals the scariest pissed of look that Yoongi could offer anyone. She looks absolutely terrifying, and that is saying something as Jimin and any of my brothers rarely feel scared for their lives, or scared in general. It’s not even the expression or stance that she’s making – authors always talk about eyes, right? Even in movies they do closeups of characters.

It’s the same instance here too. Her eyes still glowing molten gold, are fixated onto the pile of ashes in the middle of the room. They seem to portray an array or emotions – rage, terror, but the most particular one which Jimin hyung recognizes all so well is the heart brokenness.

Even though she stands tall and clearly otherworldly from our own kin, some part of her has been shattered. The memory I’m watching is fuzzy, as if I’m watching it over an old tape recorder with bad quality to it. The scene speeds up, and mutes at random. I stare as Yoongi approaches her, her hand shooting to him grabbing him by his neck.

Tears of gold spill down her beautiful pinkish cheeks. Gold. She truly is out of this world, isn’t she?

She doesn’t speak, not really. I can see Yoongi’s mouth opening hand raised towards us the signal simple having everyone stop in their tracks. Her face twists into anger, prompting more tears to spill. But she doesn’t hurt hyung, she lets him go all of the sudden turning again to glare at the spot she did before.

With a heavy heart Jimin’s eyes track down to the ground watching as one tear escapes and drips down from her chin, and falls to the ground splattering. To his and my own surprise the gold withers losing its glint and shine to it as it dispels into thin air.

I can feel how Jimin’s eyebrows furrow, heaviness settling in his chest at seeing the burnt stone ground. Y/N is standing right in the circle of it, as the burnt patterns look like an explosion went off. Cautiously he glances back up at her, watching intently while holding his breath as she falls on her knees, sword chattering loudly to the ground, making me flinch.

Amongst the pile of ashes that have remained, a few partially intact bodies lie here and there. Having a missing limb doesn’t mean death, just an inconvenience. But most of the bodies do have their heads decapacitated, leaving them in the stage in between. Their hearts have been left intact.

Wait…am I…did I get my head cut off too?

Hyungs eyes fall onto the body, which I weirdly recognize as being my own. I can see blood has soaked into the white of the shirt I’m wearing, almost completely changing the colour white into red, with additional spatters here and there.

Delicate hands, dusted in ash and blood pick up my head with such gentleness as if dealing with the thinnest shaped and intricate glass. Sighing in relief I come to a quick realization that my head is still attached to my body. So why am I not moving?

Gaining a feeling of Jimin’s mind, how it’s working I diverted my own eyes up to the human…ah. She isn’t a human, is she? It’s a habit to classify her as one, more than anything else. While hyung preoccupies himself with worrying about me, I take the chance to look at Y/N.

Heavenly is the only word that comes to my mind to describe her. Divine with a touch of sin, brings out a smile to my lips even if imaginative ones. That godly aspect has me imagining with ease a pair of black angel wings that would spring out from her back, looming over us absolutely terrifying in the power they represent but also safety and protection. Even if her tears that start to take a tool on me, tug at the torn-up soul that lingers to me I can’t help but to admire her. And love her.

It sorts of hits me weirdly, the simple word that is love. Another remote feeling and outlandish thought and association to find myself in the clutches of it.

Why is she acting like this? So lifeless so…void?

Through the same eyes the imagine shifts to the what appears to be present time. I frown upon seeing what hyung is seeing. The fact that she is wearing the hoodie I gave her that one time in the library would make my heart soar, it is sparkling a tinge of something – but it’s the sight of her paler skin that makes the bad feeling resurface.

She doesn’t look all that much human anymore. She resembles us in a way excluding her beating heart and breathing which do manage to bring some sort of peace to mind. Unlike to hyung that’s nervous, the pit in his stomach churning painfully. He is a very sympathetic being.

Come on Jeongguk-ah, what’s taking you so long?

I’m surprised that he’s addressing me. For a moment I freeze in thoughts eagerly listening to the quiet voices that ring out as he talks to himself while his eyes lower to my lifeless body that’s been placed on a mattress that has been laid on the ground. Wait I recognize this place. It’s the library, same place where I’ve first seen how vulnerable she was from waking her up.

It’s where she unknowingly dropped the biggest hint with her connection to me. She called me ‘my love’ in Korean and that even though sparked something subconsciously in me, went straight over my head at the time. Right now, I only half understand the heaviness she was carrying all this time. The weight of the world placed upon her shoulders – something I think she told me, not in this lifetime. I can’t be sure. My mind in regards of my own memories remain hazy.

Except for this place that we are in.

‘’You should eat.’’ Jimin says gently keeping his voice silent and gentle, pouting as he stares at her. Only now as he shifts his hand, I can feel that he’s holding something, a sandwich on a plate. She doesn’t move an inch, simply breathing and blinking as she stares down at my seemingly sleeping form.

They’ve changed me into, a pair of black sweats and a simple oversized long-sleeved shirt. For some reason my body is covered by a blanket which I know for sure is her gesture. Even my head is propped up by pillows. I won’t even bother going into the details of how weird and terrifying it feels to see myself like that.

‘’Not hungry.’’ A reply comes surprising me with the lack of scratchiness to it. The cold emotionless tone has me frowning and sort of taking a step back in a sense. This isn’t her. She’s…she’s not…

‘’Y/N-nim…’’ Jimin starts the change in addressing her clear, but her piercing eyes that shift to meet his own cause him to take a step back, literally. The gold hasn’t left her irises, circulating around lingering, and threatening.

They don’t speak, they don’t need to as the message lays heavily in between them. Faintly we pick up on talking coming from somewhere in the too silent house.

Staring at Y/N she averts her eyes from the orange haired man. Looking back lost and absent she takes a hold of my still hand with the utmost care and tenderness. While hyung takes a step back towards the edge of the balcony, closer to the stairs my eyes zero in on the wound that’s newly adoring Y/N hand, glaring angrily red and pink at me. There are golden specks along the cut that stretches from her pinkie finger diagonally to her wrist.

‘’Go.’’ She says emotionless. Hyung doesn’t say anything, keeping his eyes fixated on her, watching as she caresses my hand absent minded, her focus completely on me, while a storm continues to rage inside her. She’s in that similar or very same state after I woke her up from that nightmare. The exception is that that one was mild compared to the tornadoes and hurricanes that must be raging in her.

Silently Jimin places the plate as close as he dares to, on a pair of forgotten books that are sturdily stacked. He bows his head down in respect and also a tinge of fear and silently makes his way downstairs, not sparing her or myself a glance.

Jeongguk-ah wherever you are, you better hurry up. Y/N is hurting bad, and I don’t think she’ll survive for long if you don’t get up. Get up Jeonggukie. We need you. Y/N needs you.

  I can feel a faint but unmoving hold on my right hand the warmth contrasted to my own coolness. Its surprisingly silent all around me, no thoughts no talking breaking the serenity. The steady heart beat is like a lullaby to my ears, breathing a reassurance. Having been submerged into the darkness for gods know how long, I eagerly open my eyes, my muscles automatically tense up on their own accord as instincts take over my mind and body for a split of a second. But nothing goes out of place as I remain still, only letting my eyelids flutter open.

My gaze falls oddly enough to the sandwich that’s was left behind. The bread has been covered by mold that’s been growing since it was left there. Jimin. Quickly noting the blanket covering me, I glance upwards caught off guard at the even inhales and exhales, noticing her wild hair at first as it falls down over her features masking them.

Blinking a few times, I stare at her closed eyes. Sitting with her legs crossed, her left arm is outstretched, holding my own over her bent knee. Her right arm has been bent and is settle over her other knee forearm risen up hand propping her fallen head to the side, posture hunched as she sleeps serenely.

Not daring to move an inch I remain completely still, making sure I don’t automatically intake air. Her hair has grown. The front that’s cascading down her face moves gently with every exhale she makes. In between the strands, a blush stretches over her supple cheeks. Her eyebrows are casted downwards, lips pouting as the small frown graces her sleeping figure.

I want to reach up and cup her cheek, caress the uneasiness away chase it completely out of her life. Is she having another nightmare?! Is she reliving what had happened? This is one of the times that I desperately wish of knowing why I cannot read her mind – and of course one of the times that I desperately wish that I could read it like I can others.

As if she senses my thoughts, like those few times before her eyes snap open. Gone is the tint of gold and divinity as we stare at one another for a moment like mere mortals. Her breathing comes to a stop, heart picking up speed steadily like a racing steed. Even air itself comes at a standstill nothing changing except our eyes shifting taking each other in, in a difference sense of trying to engrave each other’s features as lovers do. It’s her hand that tightens in my own that sparks the world to start spinning again.

She’s instantaneously moves forward smoothly like a feline, knees gently hitting the mattress besides my ribs while she raises up and above me, her hair fanning around my face her own finally revealed to me. With my right hand I eagerly reach up, fingers gently touching her soft strands pushing them away a moment after, tucking them behind her ear as I admire the still left imperfections on her features. Human or not she’s still the most gorgeous being I have ever met in my entire life.

Her hand fits perfectly as it cups my cheek, the closeness has me overwhelmed and closing my eyes for a moment as I gulp down a lump in my throat trying to regain my chaotic mind and emotions that are raging. She shifts next to me, her breath fanning over my face her sweet scent filling my nose with sweetness brining a smile to my lips.

Reopening my eyes, I urge her with my hand to get closer, her legs falling in place on each side of my waist once she climbs over me. Her left-hand hasn’t let go of my own still holding onto it tightly, while with her right she’s touching me all over almost greedily. With fascination I watch as the gold reappears, the glow and an aura of power entering her system in a manner of speaking.

It’s still hard to wrap it around my brain, that she’s something more than human.

‘’Agápi mou.’’ I find myself saying her eyes shifting from my lips to meet my own. The imagine of wings return to my head this time seeing them right before me. Sunlight is pouring from the windows from underneath the what are supposed to be blackout curtains – a mistake has been made because the curtains are simply too short to cover the windows completely up.

They are letting enough sunlight in to enable my imagination to run even more wild as I picture a halo resting above her head, glimmering like a crown. The image of wings, gold this time around, represent security. Safe heaven. Knowing what she is, the word on the tip of my tongue tastes foresight even if I don’t speak it. She is something far from an angel.

‘’Do you remember?’’ her voice rivals any of my kin’s - my own included. Smooth like satin, filled with more confidently unlike before. She sounds enchanting like a siren.

I bring her hand up to rest over my chest where my un-beating heart lays, and fulfil my wish from before first by cupping her cheek, letting her accommodate herself by resting her weight on my chest more. Offering a small smile, I shake my head ‘’I don’t think it works like in the movies.’’

A breathy half chuckle leaves past her lips, as she tilts her head eyes still unmoving from my own ‘’I wasn’t implying it like that.’’ She muses, left hand playfully taping my nose before pulling it back ‘’The first time you remembered everything. Just making sure not to overwhelm you.’’

She’s hesitant waiting for my reaction as indeed a million questions flood my mind. But the melancholy that seems to be deeply rooted in her, has me easily pushing back down my own vivid curiosity in favour of focusing on her at the present ‘’I can connect bits and pieces but not much.’’ I admit to which she nods in understanding, taking my hand away from her cheek. To my delight she presses a kiss to the top of my knuckles, intertwining our fingers together with familiarity. My gaze remains on her hand noticing now up close the newly forming scar over her hand, running my thumb gently over it.

‘’It doesn’t hurt if that’s what you are wondering.’’ She murmurs tightening her hold in reassurance. Of course she knows where my mind was going, the churning in my tummy now spinning in worry, as not thinking it thought I pull my right hand back, and reach for her thigh, running my fingers gently over. I cannot see the scar as she’s wearing pants but I know it’s there and it must have definitely hurt ‘’You’re worrying for nothing jagi.’’ I feel as if my eyes sparkle just from the nickname, she uses to address me.

I watch with parted lips as she gently pushes my hands away, and starts shifting backwards. I raise up wanting to follow her, ready to bolt if I need to but she simply sits down and makes quick work of tugging her pants off. That leaves her in a pair of white lace panties, the sight of her underwear and her wearing my hoodie…

Like many times before I’ve said this; if I were still a human, I’d be blushing all over. Same goes for the twitching that happens in my lower regions, a tingle ringing up my spine from the mere sigh alone. She chuckles at my probably startled expression cooing loudly ‘’I’m not going anywhere Koo.’’ the nickname is ridiculous bringing another wave of unfamiliar shyness to wash over me.

She takes my hands into hers that I’ve braced against the mattress and brings them upwards body moving along climbing back onto my lap again, clearly not minding that she’s showing her skin to me so freely ‘’See?’’ she points out, guiding my tattooed hand along her thigh, tugging the hoodie upwards enough for me to really see the fading red that’s still tinting her skin ‘’Nothing bad.’’

But the slash the – the wound is way too long and I know it was way to widely opened her muscle damaged to a degree ‘’This is my fault.’’ I start ready to submerge myself into an endless pool of shame and regret and guilt. She’s two steps ahead of me thought – ducking down she captures my eyes, as well as my lips as in what feels like a flash. The kiss is sort of clumsy as I don’t even seem to register it in the beginning. Only after does it turn greedy teeth clashing against one another, as my chest grumbles with a growl at the extremely familiar feeling of having her in my arms like this, and her lips crashing with my own.

Warmth encloses my whole being as she forces me to straighten up, hovering above me inches away upon breaking the kiss. Slightly breathless she stares at me with hooded eyes, hands not inching away, as my own aren’t having found their home on her hips, taking her while at the same time being conscious of not causing her any more pain.

‘’It wasn’t your fault.’’ She starts my mood dwindling. Her grip is firm not letting me turn away ‘’Do you…’’ her change in tone rises curiosity, hesitance so unlike her that it has my heart weighting down ‘’…do you…’’ she sits back down again, getting eyelevel with me vulnerability just oozing from her. Besides the simmering gold in her irises she looks so human all of the sudden. She looks like the Y/N that I know. The one that at first agitated me to no end, her over the top behaviour making me want to tear my hair out at first. The Y/N that didn’t care in particular if her makeup was done perfectly, her concern laying in her sword more than on herself. The Y/N that softened my heart, sneaking her way inside it making me favour her flaws, her childlike behaviour as well as her strength, her courage and to a degree reckless boldness.

‘’You know I used to hate you. Genuinely I despised everything about you.’’ I take the lead hearing how her heart picks up, and can see how her eyes seem to glow brighter at my words ‘’Everything about you frustrated me to no ends.’’ I end up groaning tiredly her reaction being a chuckle as she stares at me incredulously almost offended. I don’t miss the vulnerability and hurt my words bring ‘’But…you know I’ve fallen in love with you. You must know that.’’

I wrap my arms around her waist making sure she isn’t going to slip through my fingers. She firmly shakes her head, hands pushing at my chest ‘’You’ve said it yourself that you hated me. That wasn’t you getting influenced by your past selves. Those are your genuine feelings. The moment you started to like me is when…’’

This time I lean in to kiss her, wanting to shut her up and stop her from falling into her own abys of pity and hurt ‘’Don’t.’’ I warn in between kissing her ‘’I’m in love with you.’’ I state firmly, holding her close seeing red in her eyes, the reflection coming from my own.

‘’Don’t…’’ She breathes starting to squirm looking away ‘’Don’t give me hope…’’ the whisper is barely audible but I hear it. She’s shaking her head as if she’s trying to deny my words, trying to convince herself that this isn’t real.

‘’L/N Y/N-ah.’’ I call her name her eyes automatically landing on me ‘’I Jeon Jeongguk am in love with you.’’ I state firmly ‘’Past lives or not, this is me admitting my true feelings to you! This is me telling you that I am in love with you. I fell in love with you!’’ her eyes are brimming with tears as she blinks and lets out a sob, shaky hand coming up to cover half of her face weakly ‘’I love you, Y/N-ah you pesky human. Yah!’’ I half shout in anger and perplexity as I end up smiling bringing her shaking form close into my embrace ‘’Don’t be so stubborn.’’ I whisper running my right hand up and down her back feeling how her heart thuds against her chest. Being so close I can only imagine that my own would be doing the same.

She lets out a shuddering breath, head shifting as she buries her face into the side of my neck making me almost hiss instincts brief to almost take over my actions. The proximity is unfamiliar, as baring our neck to anyone is considered intimate. (Yes, it doesn’t only extend to werewolves, vampires can have this dynamic too without the alpha beta and omega dynamics)

‘’I’m in love with you.’’ I repeat myself and am willing to do so for the rest of my life if needed. It does dawn on me to ask what…what exactly happened to my past selves. Was I of supernatural kin before? Or have my decision lead to a shift in the universe? Damn. It dawns on me how selfish I’m being, and full of myself by thinking that the universe cares about me whatsoever in the first place. I am but a dust speckle in the wind.

But the question does linger in the back of my mind – will I be allowed to stay with her this time? Given she’s been through this. Will this time be different?

Content to just hold her in my arms, feeling her hands resting between us one over my heart still I start to caress her back, following the curve of her body knowing that with the friction – gentle and slow – I’m keeping her warmed up against me. Although come to think of it she never had any particular problems with touching any of us.

My body tenses up, eyes shooting wide open as I feel the press of her lips against my neck, near my jugular vein. Breath hitching involuntarily, she continues on, soft lips leaving behind pecks and tingles in her wake. It’s easy to relax and as cheesy as it is, yes, it because it’s her.

She grows bold, right hand dipping under my arm, behind my torso fingers spreading over my back holding me close whilst her left hand, rests in between us only the pads of her fingers touching and resting just under my bellybutton. As her hands come to a still her mouth changes tactics teeth now and then nipping at my skin, the feeling making me feel high at the implication of her leaving her mark behind. Even if regretfully they will disappear quicker than I’d like.

A moan makes its way past her lips, hips simultaneously twitching forward. Loosening my hold around her I drop my hands to rest over her tights, looking down in between us as she shifts forward eagerly, bringing her core closer to my growing erection ‘’Jeongguk-ah…’’ she breathes sensually into my ear, probably already feeling me growing against her exposed thigh. Her tongue has me shuddering, as it runs over the outer part of my earlobe which she proceeds to gently bite at, the action new but exciting.

I moan shamelessly as her bites turn harsher. This new kink; I think I’m discovering it just now – and the fact that she’s the cause of it is all the more exiting. Before I start panting, she puts momentary distance in between us forcing me to open my eyes. She’s already staring at me with a dreamy expression, hands still roaming over my chest. They slide over my shoulders slipping behind me, fingers gripping the hair at the back of the head tightly.

I can see the hunger pooling in her orbs the want and greed presenting themselves. Pushing my emotions to the side not wanting to get overwhelmed I bet I’m portraying the same emotions. I feel as if I’m going to die if I’m not close enough to her.

Mimicking her hold on my hair I cup the back of her head, and force our mouths together, teeth clashing and tongues battling bring a smile to my lips. She doesn’t relent from the challenge and neither do I, my intention on wining overtaking my driver easily. She can’t be good at everything.

I growl in delight as she starts to relent and ends up whining needy-ly, following my lead as I circle my tongue against her own. Triumph enters my system making me feel normal again, but at the same time sort of elevated. I’m not the same man as I was before waking from this unconsciousness I’ve been forcefully put into – and yet I’m still me.

Sneaking my right hand around her body I greedily take a hold of her firm yet soft ass, squeezing her ass cheeks in delight. Chuckles arise from her chest, as she twitches breaking away eyes remaining closed as her body for a moment shudders in my hold. Smirking at the mere sigh before me I guide her hips starting up a rhythm for her to keep at, grinding her pelvis against my own.

I can fucking feel her heat so close, and can smell the tanginess that reaches my nose. Ducking my head down in between us, I take in as much of the scent as I can feeling almost light headed. My mouth waters as I take a look at her unmarked neck.

A growl arises like thunder from the depts of my chest the material that holds barely any of my scent on her is offending me ‘’Off.’’

I watch as she leans back, hips settling to a still in such a way that her core is above my own hardening cock. I want to burry myself so badly into her - I bet every inch of her is perfect. Made just for me.

‘’Impatient there, ah Jeonggukie?’’ she muses but grabs the ends of the hoodie and tugs it up over her head in one smooth movement. I growl louder at the next layer of clothing which I’m ready to tear of her body my patience indeed sizzling into nothingness. The fact that the white shirt she has on is also one of my own, my scent being more prominent. The possessive side of me is screaming ‘Mine’ in my head and is practically howling with delight. I start sniffing promptly taking in the combined smell we’ve both created.

A litany of sweetness my first thoughts are of milk, honey and that all familiar strawberry scent come to my mind. The tanginess comes from me the heady smell of vanilla and blooming gardenia tangling itself softly around.

‘’Because of you? Always absolutely famished.’’ I growl sparing her a look, as she pulls the shirt off which leaves her pleasantly bare to my eyes, and for my hands and mouth to explore. My hands are quick to move, gentler than I’ve ever been before with anyone, to take her in, fingers roaming over the many scars that litter her warm skin. Some raise hesitation as I trace them longer taking my time, the one on her hip a ghostly reminder of something that I can’t put my finger one, and another one that is near her left collarbone has me looking up into her eyes that are watching me with curiosity as she holds herself back, clearly letting me take her in.

She doesn’t say anything even as our eyes lock together. My usual frustration and admittedly fear when it comes to her for the first time, I don’t get that urge that, that need and want to read her mind. Because I understand perfectly, what’s she’s thinking about my hands pulling away starting to tug my own shirt off. It leaves me equally bare as she is.

As I fumble with the fabric getting the sleeves stuck around my hands, her own are quick to touch and brush near my lower regions more, leaving me breathless the sensation otherworldly almost. I free my left hand from the wretched fabric that I’m not tearing apart just because I somehow know that she’s going to fuss about it after.

Glancing down, I watch how her hands trace the outlines of the low riding sweats. I bet goose bumps would be running all over my skin if I was more warm blooded. As my chest stills, her fingers remain rising, spreading and coming together as she takes in my abs. Getting rid of the shirt finally, I prop myself backwards onto my left arm whilst my right falls to her knee where I start to run my thumb in circles over it while watching in amusement as a deep flush tints her cheeks, and upper chest gaze hungry.

A hiss rises chest inflating as her hands reach my perk nipples. She isn’t surprised in the slightest as she gingerly starts to play with them – the tingle in my spine rouses my cock twitching specially when I see how she licks her lower lip her pupils dilating further eyes greedily taking me in – her hips move on their own accord, moving with ease and purpose.

Growing restless, at the proximity but the still held distance I straighten forward forcing her to a stop. Pushing the hair away from her left shoulder I eagerly dive in, going straight to biting her skin with blunt teeth making sure to mark her up while keeping my fangs away and hunger for blood at bay. I’m not even all that hungry to be honest – I feel fed. I’m hungry for something else.

Mewls fill the air, breathy moans indicating my actions are overtaking her senses. Her hands remain pressed over my pecks, fingers moving once or twice, but the more I bite and lick and kiss the more her heady scent fills my nose.

Moving to her collarbones, I rest my own hands over her supple breasts eager to feel them. It’s just as I remember them in a strange sense. They fit in my palms to a T. At this point she gives up on teasing me further, dropping her hand down completely. Not stopping I eagerly take one nipple into my mouth sucking in delight, focusing extra hard not to bite once her fingers make way past the elastic band of my pants.

At this point as wet as she feels and smells, I’ve ruined the undergarment equally if not more with precum, my cock fully hard and starting to get painful with negligence.

Licking a bold stripe over her pebbled soft nipple I move to the next one making sure to pinch the one I was just suckling on. She keeps on making these delicious and cutesy but so fucking arousing noises, even as her fingers brush against my base her actions growing bolder. But due to the awkward angle she doesn’t do as much as I think she intended to, her hand getting stuck halfway her knuckles still sticking out the elastic tight against her hand.

Her moans, and squeaks are quick to turn into whines as I mark the top of her breasts for good measure. But I do understand her whines fluently in a sense with regret putting my selfish needs and wants to the side as I raise upwards cupping her cheek, and reach for her writs to stop her squirming hand and fingers.

‘’Fuck baby, you’re so good to me.’’ I curse watching how her expression falls eyebrows furrowing desperation finally making its way to the front, her body fidgeting ready for more.

She immediately nods at my words guiding my hand over to her core. I groan at the wetness that’s seeping from her panties completely ruining them as well as the fabric of my own sweats that actually are drenched in her juices and my own precum.

‘’I want you…’’ she whines ‘’Want you so bad.’’ Her eyes gloss over as she tries to demonstrate her need, by rising onto her knees and turns my hand around so that my bent fingers can brush against her clit once she thrusts her hips. She lets out this delirious sounding whine, eyes shutting for a moment.

‘’You have me baby.’’ I mumble in return fingers working over the damp piece of cloth grazing over her aching nub, her hips twitching in half thrusts ‘’Hmmm…’’ groaning into the kiss she bites onto my lower lip, her speed starting to increase.

‘’Mine.’’ Her words send a spike of arousal all over me, signals ringing out in my brain and heart too because, she sounds so fucking possessive and determined. Her grip on the back of my hair tightens almost to a painful degree – but it hurts oh so fucking good.

I pant at the display of dominance simply staring at her unblinking in a trance ‘’Yours.’’ I breathe out accepting her lips, giving her the lead at first to do whatever she likes. One of her hands returns to my nipple pinching it harder than I’ve done to her while her other hand remains tugging at my hair – she knows my body so well, that this should be scary and terrifying and yet I’m blinded and high on the reassurance she gives off.

Once she runs breathless, I have to put distance between us ignoring her own human sounding growl that brings a grin to my lips ‘’Cute.’’ I mumble, letting her rest her forehead against my own.

‘’Jeongguk-ah…’’ staring up at her she looks out of it for a moment, emotions seemingly catching up to her ‘’I need you in me. Now.’’ She grinds through her teeth instead gold bleeding into her irises. The reflection of my eyes didn’t disappear this whole time, but it gets more prominent I notice when she lets go of her own control it seems – the redness of my own eyes contrasts hers harmoniously.

‘’I need to taste you first…’’ a plan forms quickly in my mind, hands hocking into her white panties. With a tug the stiches tear apart seamlessly, the fabric quick to give in and fall apart. Her lips are bruised, but are unrelentingly back on mine. They are more controlled, giving me full reign as I guide her and making sure to kiss her more sloppily.

‘’Next time…ne…’’ she gasps in between lips not leaving my own, while her hands grab the edges of my sweats. Her first attempt would in normal circumstances have me smiling, and teasing her relentlessly as she does absolutely nothing, maybe even tugging them higher up. But the mood for teasing is over, my intention on helping her full hearted. But the noise of fabric being pulled apart stops me in my tracks and stare in disbelief as she ruins the sweatpants and boxers I’m wearing. Or well I was wearing.

Not even following along because she’s quick, quicker than a regular human, she raises she raises the fabric up enough to be able to throw away the scraps and leave me as bare to the world as she is. Within the blink of an eye she’s rightly wound around me once more, the growl that raises past her lips sounds deeper and animalistic.

‘’Fuck.’’ She curses her hand taking a hold of my cock that had spring up over my belly, precum smearing against my stomach ‘’How are you so fucking gorgeous. Even your dick is…’’ she whines desperately. I gape like a fish staring as her hand reaches for her own exposed cunt, running her fingers together under herself. The slick glints if that makes any sense, and I watch speechless as her hand wraps itself around my length.

My body goes stiff briefly the initial contact, the warmth, the immediately ideal pressure have me all losing my godsdamn mind for a moment. Can we even blank out? Is that I thing? Because once I open my eyes, I think I just did that. Lost contact with reality.

I stare - probably looking like a blabbering idiot - as she rises onto her knees hand still running up and down my length the sight before me magnificent. As if she hears me and there is a possibility that I said that out loud judging by the smirk on her face, her hand comes to a stop. Golden eyes met my own once more as she inches closer with her body, fingers guiding the top of my dick against her folds, up and down. Simultaneously moans draw themselves from our chests the sensation electrifying, making every hair on my body stand up, as well as tingles to run over my skin. Her own mouth opens in a silent ‘0’ the flush on her cheeks darkening.

And then she stops all together, gaze unmoving and unfaltering, breathing slowing down, eyes portraying nothing else but admiration and love – which is baffling me. This feels like a dream a fantasy. It feels unrealistic and like a figment of my imagination. If it is true about any of that – I never want to wake up from this.

Her plump lips part wider no sound leaving them, as the pressure on the head of my cock makes itself present as she starts to lower herself down. Gasping for not needed air, my eyes want to roll to the back of my head but I keep my focus trained on her and at the way her eyes seem to glow brighter. She’s taking her time lowering herself down inch by inch leaving my mind blank as I feel her and nothing else. I can feel her tightness enveloping all around me, the warmth the wetness making me sincerely start to lose my sanity. Hissing, I grind my teeth together as my balls start to pull back out of shook in a sense. She’s only half way down – so I grab for her hips harshly forcing her to slow her descent for her sake. Looking up she’s at her ends rope to it seems like.

Breathing out harshly through her nose I lead her the rest of the way, letting her sit down and adjust herself. It’s not only for her benefit but my own – she’s divine, absolutely divine.

So, blazing hot, so warm, so wet so fucking perfect – I can’t even think straight.

‘’Ah jagiya…’’ she breathes slumping against me, hands wrapped around my shoulders. I smile once more to the modern nickname knowing deep down that her nicknames for me have varied greatly. And to have my own kind in the present is heart-warming.

‘’I love you.’’ I whisper realization of my feelings having hit me at full force that faithful night. Her eyes widen despite my confession earlier. There’s still doubt and hesitation in her ‘’I love you with my whole heart, my being and with whatever is left of my soul.’’

The glossiness reappears her reaction not exactly what I wanted. But she cuts off any of my ideas and reactions as she raises up and kisses me to stop me most likely from reacting. She whines into the kiss high pitched, hips falling back down. To my surprise she’s quick to pick up a pace, and rhythm steadily riding me walls now and then clamming around me.

Remaining speechless at her actions I start to mimic her breathing pattern somewhere along the way, admiring her features how they twist and change head at first raising up then falling forward sweet breath fanning over my face as she concentrates. Her heart is battering against her chest full of life ringing out a melody in my mind, the indication making me feel as if I’m alive too.

Whilst my body remains completely functioning, receiving all the onslaughts of pleasure my brain reaches that hazy-like state of weightlessness, balls tightening as my spine tingles, my nerves starting to sing unanimously. I’m so close so fucking close, the words on the tip of my tongue to warn her, when she suddenly comes to a full stop, everything feeling so overwhelming all of the sudden as she clenches impossibly tight around me, edging me on making it almost impossible to hold back – but somehow I do, noticing the strain from her body still having a hold of her.

Opening my eyes her ass rests against my thighs, cock still sheathed in her. I notice with new found thirst that she’s covered in her own juices, lower lips parted and looking delicious whilst my cock stretches her out rightfully so. She’s breathing hard, heart still hammering in her chest which is quickly rising and falling. As she gathers herself, her upper body is leaning backwards, head thrown back which leaves her neck fully exposed to me. I admire the unmarked column of her neck on her right side which is just calling out to me.

‘’You okay, human?’’ I speak up musing letting my fangs out, my control gradually slipping even at a standstill. She completely has me enamoured and entranced.

She nods curtly eyes still closed but she does let her head fall forward hands shifting from my knees to my thighs while her body remains half resting and half folded before me, pussy clenching at certain movements.

‘’Never been…better…’’ she breathes and reopens her eyes. Her skin is covered in a fine layer of sweat, hair pushed back messily making it seem as if she has a mane, while her body switches between relaxed to tense, muscles getting tired due to her position ‘’Guk-ah…’’ I snort at the shortening of my name, and straighten up cooing at her brief hiss of protests as I shift us. Grabbing her firmer by her hips, I hold her close groaning as I shift inside her whilst moving rolling us to the side, making sure not to dislodge her to much. Her head comfily rests on the edge as I raise onto my knees, switching my hold to under her thighs to keep us connected and close.

‘’Y/N-ah…’’ I breathe out ignoring the shiver that runs up my back, making me want to just take her as she is ‘’You feel so good…’’ I lean forward watching as she looks at me through half-lidded eyes, the whining returning, her hands eager to bring me closer. For the first time tonight the kiss that befalls between us changes into a gentle and serene one. Readjusting my hold on her once more so that it remains secure and gentle, I pull my hips back, and thrust back inside trying out the waters so to speak.

She moans straight into my mouth, letting me run my tongue over her lower lip before giving her a peck and focus on her needs. I prop an arm next to her head to hold myself up effortlessly as no strain is being put on me as it would to a human. I stare down watching my cock pull out and slide back into her, the wet noises probably the cause of the extra pink tint of her cheeks. I’m more shallow than that finding it incredibly hot the sight and the sound. I still want to taste her. And next time I will make sure to take my sweet time, if she likes it or not.

Having lowered myself down I gladly take her perked up nipple into my mouth, teasing it between my fangs, her body wanting to curl in on itself, but I keep her in place keeping up a relatively slow rhythm, that is enjoyable but not nearly enough to do anything more. The slow burn as fun as it can be – right now it’s maddening. But her pleasure comes first.

‘’Jeon-ghhhhhhh…’’ she ends up groaning suddenly sounding frustrated angry almost, my chuckles not helping as I let go of her breast with a pop and raise forward to look at her smirking cockily.

‘’Are you not enjoying yourself, jagiya?’’ I test out the new nickname feeling as if flowers start to bloom on my tattered soul feeling fulfilled for the first time in my human and vampire life. And its her being connected in such way. Emotionally and physically. We are one.

‘’I would appreciate if…’’ she whines loudly as I lick up her skin on the unmarked side of her neck, letting a fang briefly graze the column of her neck ‘’…fuck.’’ She curses walls tightening, pulling away my cocky attitude as my own orgasm is crawling up on me. That’s not even the issue, as sensitivity is start to kill me. The balance between not enough and too much, shifty almost painfully ‘’Just fuck me! I’m not made of glass; you won’t break me you silly vampire.’’ He frustration has me chuckling brokenly as this time she intentionally tightens her heat making my eyes roll.

I grind my teeth together at first, gathering the small bit of sanity that I’m left with trying not to cum, as she has almost pushed me over the edge with this little stunt. It’s not that I don’t have stamina I’ve got plenty of it, my vampire genes giving a helping hand with this – it’s all on her. The new sensations, the thoughts flooding my mind, the what feels like newfound spirituality that resides above or around me.

‘’You can do better than that Y/N-ah.’’ I grumble amusedly, kissing up her jaw as she squirms in my hold, hips trying to move on their own. Readjusting my stance by spreading my legs further apart I steady her lower body, reaching a new angle that has her lips trembling her white cut short.

‘’Agápi mou.’’ She whispers looking sort of lost as I lean over to look at her, eyes aflame. Not human anymore indeed, she is something far from it. Pressing a soft almost shy kiss to her lips I brace her under her ass, straightening up and pull almost all the way out before slamming myself in.

A scream tares its way from her lungs, switching into a delirious sounding cry as I repeat the motion. Again, and again, and again. I can’t do nothing else but to pant at first, sort of catching my breath unnecessarily, as she wiggles into the mattress not knowing exactly if she wants to get closer or away from me. Her arms twists into the sheet, surprisingly not ruining them yet as she lets those beautiful sounds to surface, clearly not holding back.

The tingles only intensify across my whole body, the snapping of skin against skin pushing me onwards, her juices dripping down the inside of my right thigh. Its fucking delicious how filthy this is. My muscles gradually tense up, her name leaving the tip of my tongue in a chant, as everything about her overwhelms me, makes me buzz with life, makes my head wander into the depts of passion-fuelled hurricanes that grow in power and pleasure.

The spasm of her pussy are tight, alluring and cruel her own thighs starting to shake, body once more twisting, hands ruining the fabric underneath as she calls out my name ‘’I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m…’’ her breath gets cut short as she convulses from pleasure and what looks like pure bliss judging by her far gone expression eyes closing after.

I didn’t even have to touch her, to bring her to completion my touches before and my cock enough to have her sent over the edge. It feels right feels fitting, it gives me strength gives me the satisfaction and again triumph as before, which all spurs me on to reach my high, a few moments later with a growl of half of her name, leaving my lips.

Everything makes complete sense for a split second. Despite my eyes having shut tightly, I feel as if I can see things clearly for the very first time in my life. The emotions that hit me would have any being fall to their knees, the ones with beating hearts reaching close to something akin to a heart attack. But its bliss, its utter bliss that takes control of every part of my mind and body.

Getting back the feeling of myself the intensity starting to die down as quickly as it rose, I sort of almost crash onto her catching myself on an elbow next to her, my other hand still remains holding onto her thigh making sure she’s pressed against me, as my balls empty cum still filling her up. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the way she clenches and unclenches around me body still riddled with twitches. Wanting to get her more comfortable I roll us once again, so that she can lie on to of me securely. Surprisingly she moans but doesn’t protest, eager to drop her head over my chest, while her hands faintly grip onto my biceps. She remains breathing shallowly, heart still ongoing strongly, thudding against my own chest thanks to our proximity.

But the feel of her around me, and mere thought of us being one as we are joined together turns slightly sour, as oversensitivity digs its grasps into both of us. Humming in apology at her hisses, I shift her upwards, closer as my softening member twitches in faint interest’s - arousal still pumping through my veins – but ends up limply resting against my thigh. I smile imagining myself blush, as I can feel how my cum drizzles out of her used folds.

Opening my eyes, I spare her a glance looing all blissed out rested completely comfortable on me, finger absentmindedly running up and down my right arm. Raising my head, I glance around taking in our surroundings, finding out that not much changed since the last time I was here. Looking to the side, I grab for two pillows sliding one under my head the other next to meant for her. Dragging the blanket over is more of a struggle, and has her whining in protest at my shifting. But she quiets down once I cover her up mostly, making sure she’s underneath it. I settle my hands over her back to run them up and down, my attempt at warming her up probably not useful. What catches my eye randomly is her sword resting where she was sitting previously. It’s still propped up and has been cleaned obviously. Maybe even sharpened.

Silence settles around us like a sheet being draped around our surroundings. Its pleasant, the way nothing moves making me feel as if time has slowed down just for us. Pulling my eyes away from the notes and scrolls that were taped to the wall before us, I turn to take her in staring at her with sort of old but new eyes feeling completely enamoured with her lines and curves, features simply perfect.

She’s so gorgeous, I don’t understand how I ever found her to be ugly in the first place. The flush and colour of her skin, so lively unlike ours just wants to make me devour and taste every part of her body. Hmm, the paleness from before sort of disappeared that’s not hard to miss despite the flush that’s still obviously lingering.

‘’If you keep staring like that, I’m going to start to think things.’’ She replies words slightly slurred and spoken slower, a sleepy tint to them.

My smile only widens at her mischief poking through ‘’Oh? What kind of things?’’ I watch as her eyes slowly flutter open, finding my own the glow having dimed down her natural eye colour peeking through more so than the golden that only circles around her pupils.

‘’Things like the fact that I love you.’’ My eyes instantly widen as I stare at her, a bit warily watching as she lazily yawns and raises up propping her head on her right arm, her left tapping and running over my collarbones, as she watches me calmly ‘’I’ve been looking for you for a while you know.’’

She’s not saying much as she should be, not revealing something that’s hidden in her words, or behind her eyes, and steady beating heart ‘’So I’ve heard.’’ I reply gently feeling guilt as I remember the Prince’s words wanting to push him and those events away from my mind ‘’Do you regret it?’’ I can’t hold my words back watching her intently. But her face doesn’t switch or indicate anything ‘’Regret finding me like this?’’

She takes a moment to think about my question leaving me thankful for my non beating heart, because that would give my inner turmoil instantly away. She brings her hand upwards, fingers gently brushing strands of my hair away from my eyes and forehead as she hums in question at first ‘’No, never.’’ She sounds very sure her actions ringing genuine ‘’When it comes to you, I never regret anything.’’

‘’Not even my previous actions? Or that I left you even though I promised never to do that?’’

I don’t exactly know where the words come from. They aren’t necessarily my own, neither are the feelings of fear that sort of restrict my throat choking me up as I look at her eyes, her own trailing over my lips fingers gently tracing them. Darting upwards the gold flares for a moment, like living fire spurring from the depts of herself. But they disappear altogether hand coming to a stop as she leans in closer.

‘’I love you.’’ She says merely lips ghosting over my own ‘’Faith or destiny won’t ever keep me away from you for too long. You didn’t break your promise agápi mou.’’ She furrows her eyebrows lips pecking me softly without a rush ‘’I’m never letting go of you. Specially now, Jeongguk-ah. I love you so much.’’

I stare at her feeling for a moment completely helpless – compared to her, her strength her pain I’ve done nothing remotely remarkable in my life, or anything remotely towards her to ease her sorrows or appease her. Her forgiveness does set me at ease temporarily but also with my own promise to the universe.

It’s time to give back and return all the love we’ve missed out. Time to mend her heart, mend the scars that litter her body, mend the memories and replace them with better ones. I’ll gladly devote my life solemnly to her. She already holds my heart.

‘’Love you so much more, Y/N-ah. My divine Daimones.’’

Part 3 / Part 4 (Finale)

Copyright 2020© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

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Hazel Levesque: Into the Prophecy-verse pt. 1

Time for the prologue to an AU I’ve wanted to write for a long time and need to finally get out of my brain. Hazel is a little OOC in this, but that’s because it’s an AU where she grows up in the modern world, not the 1920s. 

Description:

Rome was a three-thousand year old empire, with two capitals - Old Rome in Italy and New Rome in America. New Rome was the powerhouse of the gods and their hero’s.

The children of the Olympian gods lived amongst mortals, the most powerful of them joining the Legion, and some even earning fame status when major prophecies thrusted one or a few of them into the spot light. 

Hazel Levesque is an unclaimed, unimportant demigod, unsuitable for the esteemed legion. And she’s about to find herself at the middle of a major prophecy. 

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Alright let’s do this one last time

“My name is Jason Grace. I’m the son of Jupiter and for ten years, I’ve the one and only child of the Big Three. I’m pretty sure you know the rest: I saved a bunch of people, fell in love, saved the city, and then I saved the city again and again and again. I also did this [cut to Jason getting hit in the head with a brick]. We don’t talk about that. Look, I’m a comic book, I’m a cereal, did a Christmas album, have an excellent theme song, and a so-so popsicle. I mean, I’ve looked worse. But after everything, I still love being the hero. I mean, who wouldn’t? So no matter how many hits I take, I always find a way to come back, because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion is me. There’s only one child of the Big Three. And you’re looking at him.” 

Hazel was listening to her music too loud to hear Chiron calling her. She had her first day at some prep school for demigods, meaning she was leaving Chiron’s half-way house for unclaimed and untamable demigods. 

New Rome was overflowing with demigods who either hadn’t been claimed or had been rejected from the Legion. Lupa had deemed her and her friend Leo “too insubordinate” for the Legion. He set the wolf on fire (an accident) and she had told the wolf to eat shit (not an accident.) Demigods who didn’t fit in the Legion and couldn’t live at their home with their mortal parents (like Hazel, who’s mom had been deem “unsuitable”) or didn’t have mortal parents (like Leo) lived in one of the half-way houses. There was hundreds of them around the country, all named “Chiron’s Half-Way House,” but only the New Rome branch was actually graced by the old Greek Centaur. 

He did his best to train or rehabilitate problem kids, getting them ready for either the legion or the real world. He was the one who had insisted every demigod apply to some fancy, over-priced prep school. And Hazel was the only one of them dumb enough to be smart enough to get in.  

 “Do I have to go?” She asked Chiron, as he adjusted the collar of her uniform (which she already hated.) 

“This is a step in the right direction for you Hazel.” 

She tugged on one of her curls, pulling it straight in front of her eyes before letting it bounce back into place. Chiron led her out to the car. Leo was waiting out on the front porch. 

“Don’t forget us little people while you’re off becoming some famous hero or some shit, Levesque.” He said, smiling. 

Hazel pulled him into a hug. “Who could forget you?” 

“I’ll bust you out as soon as I can,” he whispered. 

Hazel sat, clearly angry, in the back of Chiron’s car. He couldn’t drive, being a centaur and all, so Argus, the thousand-eyed half-way house driver was behind the wheel, and Chiron lectured her about all of her opportunities. 

“I don’t care,” Hazel protested. “I don’t want to go, I’m only here because I drew some pictures.” Her scholarship was art-based, that was true. She was a good artist. Not a really notable demigod skill, though. Still, someone had to mosaic all of Jason Grace’s accomplishments. They were only one year away from some world-ending prophecy that the tabloids still had yet to leak. So it was only a matter of time before Golden Boy Supreme (as Leo had nicknamed him) added another line on his resume. And if Hazel was lucky, which she rarely was, she’d be there to sculpt the whole thing in marble. 

“You passed the entrance exam just like everyone else,” Chiron told her. “This is your opportunity, Hazel. Do you want to end up like --” 

He cut himself off, but she knew how that sentence ended. Like her mother. Her mom wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t bad. She was actually pretty cool. The courts were just picky about who was allowed to raise demigod children. Even mega-Hero Grace grew up with a foster mom - Sally Jackson, poster mom for good demigod parenting. Literally, her picture was on the side of buses. She had her own book. She had been on The View with the nine muses. 

Her mom wasn’t Sally Jackson, for sure, but she always made sure Hazel had food, and she taught her how to draw. The court’s problem was her mom’s inability to hold down a job. The only thing she managed consistently was selling her own homemade jewelry. It was all bullshit though. If Hazel wasn’t a demigod, they never would have separated them. 

“Whatever,” Hazel said as they pulled up to the school. She grabbed her backpack and suitcase, and preyed to whatever god her father was that she would be kicked out by the end of the day. 

“Tie your shoes!” Chiron yelled after her. She ignored him. 

Hazel walked into a whirlwind. The school was huge. Most people were in their uniforms, although a few wore ancient Roman style armor over theirs. Some carried stacks of books, and other had spears and swords. Half her day was academic - Latin, literature, history, science, and math. The other half was training - weaponry, climbing, survival skills, and pegasus riding. At least they had Pegasi here. She had been trained well enough at the half way house, but there were unfortunately lacking in magic horses. Well, besides Chiron’s lower half, which Hazel wasn’t too keen on riding. 

“You’re shoe’s untied,” a stranger said, passing Hazel. 

“Yeah, I know it’s a choice.” 

The sneakers probably weren’t uniform, but she didn’t earn the label “insubordinate” for nothing. 

She found her locker, wide and tall enough for armor, weapons, and other demigod provisions, and shoved her suitcase in it. She figured she would move into her dorm later on. 

Someone opened the locker next to hers. “Oh this is so embarrassing,” Hazel said to her locker neighbor, “we are wearing the same jacket.” She laughed awkwardly, but the girl just rolled her eyes before walking away. 

Off to a good start, Hazel though before grabbing her backpack and moving on to her first class. 

Each class seemed to come with its own thousand pound textbook. And the long, winding hallways made it impossible to stop at her locker in between classes. By fifth period - history - she had four new text books and figured she was about to get one more. 

She walked in late. She hoped the darkness of the room helped cover her late arrival, but she cast a shadow in front of the projector. 

“Ah Miss. Levesque,” her history teacher, some old guy named Mr. Quintus, paused the movie, “you’re late.” 

She shrugged, “Maybe y’all are just early.” 

A girl with black spiky hair and dark eye make up let out a stifled chuckle. Quitus and Hazel looked at her. “Sorry, it was just so quiet.” 

“Please take your seat, Miss, Levesque.” He started playing the movie again. Some history documentary. The Romans loved those. This one had some young narrator, who would have been handsome if it wasn’t for the scar down his face. With his blond hair and blue eyes, Hazel could have mistaken him for Jason Grace, if Jason were twenty-five, not fifteen. 

“The Titan Saturn, lord of Time, was overthrown by Jupiter and his other brothers and sisters, and his remains cast away.” 

Hazel was just staring to tune the whole thing out when Quintus paused the video again. “Can anyone tell me the Greek name for the Titan Saturn?” The girl next to Hazel raised her hand. “Yes, Miss. Grace?” 

“Kronos,” she offered. 

“Very good,” Quintus restarted the film. Hazel thought about leaning over and asking her if she was related to Jason, but figured she probably got that all the time. 

A week later, Quintus stopped Hazel on her way out the door. “Miss. Levesque?” 

She walked over to his desk. “What’s up?” 

Quintus showed her the score from their history quiz the day before. A red 0/100 was written across the scantron. 

“A zero?” Hazel tried to look genuinely upset. “A few more of those and you’ll probably have to kick me out of here, huh?”

“If a person wearing a blind fold took a true or false quiz at random, what score would they get?” 

“Fifty percent?” 

Quintus changed her 0 to a 100. “That’s right.” He stood and faced the bored to start erasing that day’s lecture notes. “Are you familiar with the story of Icarus, Miss. Levesque?” 

“Uh yeah, he was escaping the Labyrinth with his father with a pair of bronze wings. But he flew too close to the sun, the wax melted, and he fell into the ocean. it’s about pride, right?” 

“Correct,” he said, turning to face her, “but you left out a crucial element. Yes, Icarus was instructed by his father not to fly too high. But he was also told not too fly too low, as the sea mist could also weaken the wax.”

“Why are you telling me this?” She asked. 

“You’re trying to quit, and I won’t let you. You must remember not to let yourself fly too low, it’s just as dangerous. I’m assigning you a personal essay. Not about history, but about yourself and the kind of person who you want to be.” 

Hazel had spent an hour at her desk, trying to write anything for Quintus or for her literature essay, but her ADHD was going off the rails. She wished Leo would make good on his promise to bust her out of there. 

But she decided not to wait for Leo. 

She hadn’t seen her mom in a while. She grabbed her hoodie before making her way down the fire escape. 

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Luck or Just Cliche?

Genre: THE PERCY JACKSON AU THAT I REALLY NEEDED

Pairings: Hoseok x oc

Warnings: swearing, fighting, idk this is light

Word count: 4511

Author’s note: sorry if this is confusing but it’s more of a drabble and I really needed to put this into words today lol

Dark skies, that’s what greeted me this wonderful morning. Am I sarcastic? Yes, how nice of you to notice. My name is Serenity Gilmore, and yes, I am a fan of the show. I’m seventeen years old and almost out of high school, my senior year had not been easy. New schools have always been a nuisance to me, especially since I keep moving around foster homes. My eighteenth birthday is in may, just after I’m supposed to graduate and I cross my fingers that I can graduate without problems. I live in the wonderfully dull state of Ohio at the moment, the public school down the street full of snotty farm children. Seriously, I don’t understand what’s the big deal about driving a tractor to school. Anyways, the sky is dark today, dark with storm clouds and the pit of anxiety in my stomach continues to grow as I make my way into the brick school. I feel like Goob in that Disney movie, what was it called? Oh, Meet The Robinsons, I have been convincing myself that everyone secretly hates me, even though most everyone knows me by name. I don’t know why I’ve been on edge lately; maybe it’s that nagging feeling that I’m being watched. I can’t find the words to explain it.

Class drags on for what seems like hours, and the teacher keeps on glancing at my tapping pencil. The hallway is crowded, and a tall man stands in front of my locker. Instead of stopping and staring, I push my way down the hall and right past the man. Warning sirens are going off in my head, and I crush the books I’m holding to my chest. “Serenity?” Someone says, and I freeze, it’s a deep voice, someone way older than I am, I turn the man in the trench coat smiles, grey hair curled down his neck. “Do you have a moment?” The warning sirens are blaring in my head, but I nod and head towards the cafeteria after the man. My fingers shake as I sit across from the smiling stranger. “You’re in danger,” he begins, and that’s when I start to laugh. Confusion covers his face, and his hands are clenching into fists on the table. “This is not a laughing matter.” He says again, and the sternness in his voice has me gritting my teeth. “How should I trust you, I don’t even know you.” He sighs, dragging a hand through his grey hair, “Take this, it will help you, use it wisely and wait for a boy named Hoseok.” I frown, who does this man think he is? When he pulls a dagger from his coat, I bolt from my seat. I raise my hands in surrender, and it’s his turn to laugh. “Relax, child; this is for your protection.” He says and lays the sheathed dagger on the table, “Luck will be on your side, just wait for Hoseok.”

I shove the dagger in my hoodie pocket before the man takes it back. He is fooling me, playing a cruel joke on me. I try to think of people that would want to hurt me or scare me. No one comes to mind, and I frown yet again, bringing my gaze back to the man in front of me. “Good luck.” He smiles and vanishes into thin air. I gasp at the small poof of smoke that sits where the stranger just had. I’m definitely hallucinating.

A week later I found out that I was not hallucinating.

Today’s Monday is a real winner, my stomach bubbling with nerves. School had given me more anxiety, not the homework and classes, but the thought of someone hurting me. I wear a simple blue hoodie, black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and ripped jeans. Last night I looked through the school records, and no one named Hoseok goes here or ever went here for that matter. I end up staying up late most nights google searching for anyone named Hoseok, but the only thing that comes up is this weird website for a camp. Camp Half-Blood. I frowned looking at the blue website and the smiling campers. What throws me off is the descriptions. Sword training? Monster fighting class? Learn Ancient Greek? A camp where you can stay all year? I click out of the site and turn my laptop off; the internet is a weird place.

Later that night I hear dogs barking outside, I groan, slamming a pillow over my ears and wish for them to be quiet. My wishes are not heard, and I get up to look out my window. The street lights are shining right down on the creature below. My eyes widen at the two-headed dog barking on the concrete. I back away from my window and press my back against the cool wallpaper. I glance at the digital clock by my bed, eleven o’clock, the foster parents were out tonight which meant I was in the house alone. I make my way back to the window and press my fingers against the glass. The monster continues to bark and turns its heads towards my window. My room is on the third floor of the house, so when the dog crouches and leaps towards the side of the house, I let out a scream and lunge for my dresser. I pull out the sheathed dagger and grip it in my hands as I run out of my room. The loud shattering sound of glass is heard behind me, and I let out another scream, tearing my way down the stairs. My hands are shaking, and I turn to look at me, bad idea because the dog is leaping out of my bedroom and heading down the stairs towards me. Pictures fly off of the walls, and I rush into the garage shutting the door behind me and pushing a metal shelf in front of the door, this should buy me a few seconds. I rip the car keys from the hook and jump into the family van, I wasn’t allowed to drive, but I make an exception for this situation. When I start the car the monster manages to push his way into the garage. His eyes are a dull red and drool drips from his mouth, and the growl that he makes sends the hair rising on my neck. I start the van and put it in reverse, sending it right through the garage door.

I don’t even look at me as I pull out of the driveway and I scream as the van shakes, the monster must have jumped on top of the van. What do I do next? I hit the gas pedal; maybe someone will see me with a giant dog on top of the car and help me. Help does come, but it’s a red-headed boy standing in the middle of the street. He holds a bow and arrow, aiming it right at the van. So, I let out another scream and swerve out of the way as he lets the arrow fly. At this point, the dog has sent his claws through the roof of the van and ripped a giant chunk of the metal off. The wind is now sending my long hair into a flurry in front of my eyes. I duck as a giant paw is flying in front of my face, and that’s when I hit the telephone pole. Thanks to the hole in the roof, I am flying right into the sidewalk. Everything is in slow motion as I fly through the air, my hands waving wildly as I tuck my head and roll onto the grass. How I managed to do that, I have no idea, but it was pretty awesome.

A loud angry growl pierces the air and I’m shaken from my prideful thoughts. My fingers grip the short grass as I look back towards the van. I reach for the dagger inside my hoodie and pull it out, dropping the empty sheath to the side. My hand shakes as I hold it out in front of me and the dog crouches, getting ready to pounce. All of a sudden, a golden arrow shaft is protruding from its shoulder. The right head looks down confused at the stick and the left head keeps its eyes on me as it crumbles to dust. Yes, the monster crumbles to dust right in front of my eyes and the arrow hits the top of the van with a dull thud. My heart is pounding in my ears and all I can think of is if it’s going to come back. “Hey! Are you okay?” A voice yells at me from across the street. Under the streetlight the tall red-haired boy stands waving his bow in the air. I take deep breaths into my lungs, still trying to calm my racing heart down. The boy jogs over to me, crouching down on the pavement and looking me over. “Are you hurt? That was a pretty nasty crash.” He smiles, teeth white under the yellow light. “You’re worried about the car?” I ask, placing a hand over my heart and gripping the dagger in my other hand. “What about the dog, will he come back? Why did he turn into dust? Why was it chasing me?” I ramble and the boy places a hand under my chin, forcing me to look into his dark eyes. “You saw Orthrus?” He asks, concern washing over his face as his eyebrows furrow. “You mean the dog? You would have to be blind not to see that two-headed freak on top of my van!” I yell and he shoves a hand over my mouth, looking around. “She saw Orthrus, that means she saw through the mist.” He trails off into a mumble and I frown behind his hand, pulling it off of my mouth. “That thing almost killed me! You stood in the middle of the road for crying out loud!” I push the dagger back into its sheath as the redhead pushes a hand through his hair. “Who are your parents.” He asks, grabbing my shoulder with his hand. I flinch, jerking my shoulder away from him. “Who’s asking?” I frown, hugging the dagger to my chest. “My name is Jung Hoseok, and why on earth do you have a Celestial bronze dagger.”

I stare at Hoseok with wide eyes, and the grass grows colder beneath me. “Your name is Hoseok?” I whimper and his eyes soften as he stands. “Yes, My name is Hoseok, son of Apollo. I believe I asked you who your parents are.” He offers me a hand, and I take it, standing on my shaky feet in the middle of a deserted street with the smoking van behind me.

It turns out Camp Half-Blood is a real place, and it turns out the Greek gods from history class are real, which explains why the two-headed dog was real. The dog was named Orthrus, brother to Cerberus who guards the Underworld. Hoseok had been hunting the dog for a couple of weeks now, following it all the way into Ohio. He said it had been tracking someone, from what it looked like, I don’t know much about hunting, and I got distracted by his explanation. Hoseok took me to a small diner on third and ordered us cheeseburgers. “You’re a foster kid, right? That means you don’t know who your parents are?” He asks in between bites of his food. “I knew my mom, but she left a couple of years ago. I never met my dad.” I stuff a few fries in my mouth and look out the dark window. My foster parents are probably getting home about now and wondering why their house is in shambles and the van missing. “That’s normal for half-bloods. Usually the nonexistent parent is a Greek god.” I don’t know why I believe him; maybe it’s because he’s cute? Or maybe it’s because I’ve been traumatized and his answer is the one I’m willing to believe. I choose the first option; he’s cute. “There was a man who came to me last week at school, told me that I was supposed to meet someone. He said your name, Hoseok; I was supposed to meet you. What does this mean? What am I supposed to do now?” A smile crosses his cheeks, wide and bright. “I guess you can come with me to Camp Half-Blood, you’ll be safe there.” And so I decided to go with him, and we disappear in the dead of night. Never to be seen again in that small town.

Hoseok drives much better than I do, but then again he doesn’t have a manic two-headed dog on the roof of his truck. I didn’t expect him to be driving the small green truck, but here we are, sitting in the two-seater truck and a trunk full of hunting weapons. Hoseok tells me all about the camp, how there are different cabins for different gods and goddesses, that way I wouldn’t be alone. The thought of having siblings excited me, I had always been alone in my life so having more people around sounded fun. Hoseok smiles knowingly at my remark, he must have other siblings, I think. “Do you wanna stop by your foster family’s home?” He asks his right hand on the steering wheel and the other hanging out the window as he drives. “No,” I say simply and look out the window at my freckled complexion as we drive.

It takes about a day to get to camp half-blood and Hoseok drives straight through. I ask him if he wanted me to take a turn driving, which ended up with him making fun of my driving. “I had a monster on top of my car!” I protest, and he simply shakes his head, smiling brightly and small dimples creasing in his cheeks. I feel my face heat up, and I look out the windshield again, he really is cute.

Four months have passed, and I still haven’t been claimed yet. Chiron, the centaur activities director, told me that since I got into the camp that I must be a demigod and then he let me stay in the big house. My room is small, a bed in the corner and a desk against the wall. The walls are a light yellow with a white trim that I soon grow tired of seeing. Hoseok showed me around the huge camp, the cabins fascinating to see. Hoseok’s sibling, Yoongi, followed us around a lot and I soon become good friends with him too. Yoongi writes music and Hoseok choreographs them, it really is fun to watch him dance. The way he moves with the music, he gives it life and meaning, and it is truly beautiful to watch. I find myself thinking about Hoseok more and more, it helps that we do a lot of the same things here too. We take ancient greek together and archery, those two things really take up a lot of our time. Although the thing I don’t like about camp is training, it goes all day and sometimes into the night. Namjoon, who is eighteen, teaches me everything he knows and soon I’m wielding a broadsword with ease. What no one knows is who my father is and why I haven’t been claimed yet.

Luck is on my side yet again, and within the week I am claimed by my father.

It happens in a dream, the man with grey hair and a trenchcoat comes to see me again. “You.” I groan, and he smiles, “I see you’ve found Hoseok, I told you luck was on your side.” A bell goes off, and I take in my surroundings, I’m in a casino. Trenchcoat guy sits on a barstool, shifting coins through his fingers with a knowing smirk on his lips. “Who are you?” I ask, curious as to who this person is. “My name is Caerus, child, and much to your luck I am your father.” I look away, of course, he is, this is so cliche. “Not cliche, luck, my dear.” He tosses me a coin, which I catch in my palm out of instinct. “I am the minor god of opportunity and luck, which is why you have been so lucky.” I frown, turning the coin over in my hand, “There’s no cabin for you at camp.” He chuckles, “of course not, most people say that I am a daemon, mainly because I like to drink blood every once in a while.” I curl my lip in disgust, “so now my father is a gambling vampire too?” This has him laughing, and I take in his appearance. He wears runner shoes, and his hair is more of a quicksilver color, he must like running because he looks like a runner. He stands, putting a hand over my head and messing up my hair. “Don’t be surprised there’s no cabin, you are unique, my only child.” I turn my head away; this is a lot to take in. “So you’re claiming me?” I ask, and he smiles, cupping my cheek in his thin hand, “Yes, you are my prodigy.” My dream fades to black and my eyes open to a moonlit ceiling; I know who my father is.

“Caerus?” Chiron asks me, his beard is trimmed short today. “Yes, he gave me my dagger, and he’s helped me.” I nod, and give a strained smile, Chiron must not believe me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard his name, the opportunity is swift and silent sometimes.” I turn to look out the window, “he said that he is referred to as a daemon, would I have to leave here?” I had already enrolled in the local high school where a few of the Hermes kids go, and I would hate to leave. “No! No, of course not my dear, you are welcome to stay here.” I breathe a sigh of relief and push a hand through my loose hair, the hard part will be explaining this to Hoseok.

The dock is quiet, the fresh air blowing against my freckled face and I let my bare toes brush against the water. I hear soft steps on the dock, and someone sits down beside me, Hoseok. I smile, glancing at his dimpled cheeks. I decide to start right to the point; it’s better to just throw it out instead of finding the right words. “I know who my father is,” I begin, fingers twiddling in my lap, “Caerus, the god of opportunity and luck,” I let out a small laugh, “I guess that explains how I haven’t died yet.” He sits quietly beside me, and I begin to worry, does he know what Caerus has done? “I’m happy for you.” He says, and I look at him, that’s when I realize just how close he is to me. My eyes drift up his nose and to his dark eyes. His lips are parted, and he swipes his tongue across them. “I was worried your dad would be Apollo.” He whispers and a small smile crosses my lips. “Why is that?” I ask as his hand reaches up to cup my cheek, “Cause then I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He presses his lips to mine in a heated kiss, and I melt into him, hands clenched in his t-shirt. He laughs against my lips and pulls away, I smile, and then the dinner bell rings. “Time to eat.” He laughs jumping to his feet, “I’ll catch up with you.” I smile as he runs off to the pavilion and I turn my gaze back to the sunset.

He doesn’t talk about the kiss after that.

Drama is stupid and so are boys. That’s the conclusion I’ve come to from the past month. Hoseok pretends the kiss never happened and his smiles have become more strained and fake. That’s when we start to drift away from each other, and I find myself hanging out with Yoongi more. The dyed blonde boy isn’t as talkative as Hoseok, but I still enjoy his company. Caerus visits me in my dreams more often now, and I’ve come to ask him for advice, not just on boys but with homework and just life in general. Even with his gambling habits, he gives excellent advice for teenage girls, I tell him to write a book, and he laughs. I enjoy spending time with my father.

The weekly trip to the mall is the most exciting thing to me, I get to go with Yoongi and Hoseok to get new clothes this time around. Hoseok sits in the back of the small white car and Yoongi drives. I’m practically bouncing in my seat, I’ll have something other than an orange camp shirt to wear for once. The first stop is Macy’s, and I try on maybe fifteen different dresses, although none of them strike me as “the one.”  Next is Forever 21, something more up my alley. I find a pair of jeans in my size and a cute sweater. I buy a baseball cap with them and call it quits.

Yoongi buys me a pretzel and finds us a table in the food court. Hoseok is quiet the entire time, and this makes for very awkward conversation. That’s when a tall, nicely dressed woman catches my eye. Long black hair and a freckled nose like my own make my eyes widen in surprise. Yoongi notices and turns to look at her, his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and his words get lost in my frantic brain. Mom. “I’ll be right back.” I stammer and set my pretzel down on the table.

She sits at a table by herself, her Chinese smells good from here, and I can’t bring myself to say anything. So I begin with a simple word, “Mom?” She turns her head and drops her fork on the floor, “Fuck.” Are all she says and her bright green eyes meet my own. She sighs, “you’ll want an explanation, go ahead and sit.” My heart pounds in my ears as I sit across from her, my hands shake under the table. “Where have you been?” I ask, and she smiles, it reminds me of a snake for some reason, and I find myself cowering in my seat. “I’ve been with my boyfriend, John, he takes outstanding care of me.” I look away from her; she didn’t want me. I’ve spent my whole life being called useless and here I am, wanting her to open her arms wide for me. “Why did you leave me?” My heart races in my chest as she opens her mouth. “John doesn’t like children.” Are all she says and I sit there stunned. Opportunity doesn’t wait for anyone, we weren’t rich, and if sugar daddy John doesn’t like children then he won’t have children around. That must have been why Caerus liked her, she doesn’t wait for the opportunity to pass, she lunges at it with claws out and teeth bared. I see her face light up, and a tall man stands over her, “Who’s this?” he asks, voice dripping like honey. “Someone from the local school paper wanted to ask me some questions; we were just finishing up.” My face heats up in shame, and I stand from my seat. “Fuck you,” I tell her and turn, looking for a way out. I head towards the front entrance and push my way through the doors, my breath coming out in short gasps. I hold my stomach as the world spins around me, there’s no way that this is happening. “Hey!” John yells, and I turn to see his suit coat trailing back in the wind. “You need to come back and apologize to my girlfriend, that is no way to treat your elder.” I see Yoongi and Hoseok rushing out of the mall, and they stop a couple of feet away from us.

“I don’t need to apologize,” I say, “when the next best thing comes around you can be sure she’ll leave.” A harsh slap fills the air and my head jerks to the side, pain erupting in my cheek. A strong arm pushes me away, and I grip the back of a t-shirt, my head spinning. “That’s enough,” Hoseok growls in front of me, and I turn my head to look up at John. “Fuck you too.” I grip Hoseok’s wrist and drag him away from him, “he’s not worth it.” I mutter and reach up to touch my cheek, wincing at the red pain flaming from it. “It doesn’t look too bad,” he says, concern washing over his face. “Am I a bad kisser?” I blurt out, and Hoseok’s face turns as red as his hair, “Let’s just worry about your cheek for now.” he stammers as Yoongi makes his way over to us. They don’t ask me about who the woman or the man was, and the ride back to camp is silent.

The ice pack on my cheek is freezing cold, and Hoseok stands over me, checking for any other injuries. I protest, telling him that I’m okay and that my cheek doesn’t even hurt. We settle into an uncomfortable silence, “you’re not a bad kisser.” Hoseok says, breaking the silence and I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “Then why haven’t you talked about it?” I ask him, fidgeting with my hands. “Well,” He laughs nervously and reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “Yoongi told me that girls like when you play hard to get or ignore them.” I yell when he finishes, slapping a hand on his shoulder, “Yoongi is stupid!” I yell, and he begins to laugh, curling a hand around my waist and dragging me into his arms. His breath hits my cheeks, and the icepack falls to the floor, useless. “You better apologize for confusing me, Hoseok,” I tell him, and his eyes light up, and he pulls me into a kiss. “Is that a good apology?” He laughs, and I grin, “Maybe you should apologize again.” He presses his lips to mine in another kiss, for now, I forget about what happened today and focus on him.