#demigod!hyunjin

[beautifulchris]

arts & crafts center

wc: 0,8k

pairing: demigod!hyunjin x gn demigod!reader

summary: your shared passion for art and your father's powers bring you closer together

genres: fluff, little angst, demigod!au, camp half-blood!au, strangers to friends!au, mutual pining!au, son of aphrodite!hyunjin, child of aether!reader

tw: magic, physical injury, infirmary, idiots

notes: yeah, since there's more cabins being constructed, i took the liberty to add gods of my choice. meet aether, the primordial god of light and the upper air! i'm reposting the works i posted while shadowbanned, please don't mind me

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @whipped-kpop-creators

permanent tag list: @badwithten​ send ask/dm/comment to be added!

GIF publié par juiceofmoons

The guy spent most of his time in the arts and crafts center to paint. You went there to sculpt every once in a while.

Every time you went, he was the only one that wasn't from the Athena cabin. There were always Athena kids there, but an Aphrodite son... Now, that was something.

When you'd hear him complaining about the light, you'd bend it so that it would hit his subject —whatever it was— like he wanted. It was just practice for you and a divine gift for him.

It went like this for a few weeks, until he came to see you after finishing a painting. "Aether kid? Thank you. My paintings are way better when you're here and use the light," he smiled, bowing slightly.

"It's my pleasure to help a fellow artist, Aphrodite kid."

"Please, call me Hyunjin."

"Y/N."

"Sorry I didn't come earlier Y/N, I had to make sure it was really you before presenting myself."

"Of course, it would've been embarrassing to thank someone for something they didn't do," you giggled and he laughed with you.

Since then, you became friends, often going to the arts and crafts center together —at least when you went— which was more often now.

Sometimes you'd pass by on your way to the training grounds and turn invisible to scare him. Nevertheless, you'd wait for his paintbrush to be everywhere but in his hand to avoid a disaster (you're not a monster).

Once, though, he was so focused on something important for him, he got mad when you sneaked up on him, which startled you.

"Stop scaring me like that!" he hissed, annoyed.

"Okay," you faltered, "I'm sorry."

He looked over and his anger dissipated a bit. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to use charmspeak."

"No, it's okay. I'm really sorry. I promise I won't do it anymore."

You kept your promise alright. You were so ashamed of yourself that you avoided going back there altogether. No, it was not the best thing to do. But hey, you were young and your feelings mattered.

Of course, Hyunjin's too.

Even knowing that, you'd turn invisible and flee every time you'd see him looking for you. When he walked past your cabin (your siblings sure knew an Aphrodite kid was searching for you), before and after meals, chariot races and games of capture-the-flag.

Yeah, it lasted a while. Around two weeks, I think.

Then, Hyunjin had enough. He never thought he could miss someone so badly but here he was, pathetically whining about you not wanting to speak to him.

Needless to say, all his friends knew about you and the terrible things he did to drive you away. It was a matter of time before they teamed up with your siblings to stop this nonsense —according to them, anyway.

Fortunately —or not, depending who you're asking—, on one fateful Friday evening, an Ares kid hurt you badly enough during capture-the-flag that you ended up in the infirmary.

Guess who came to see you first?

Yes, Hyunjin, good job!

You were laying in bed, your sword arm in a plaster. He was standing a few beds away, panting and staring at your face then your arm.

If you spotted him, you did nothing to leave. Maybe you were too badly hurt from the game or just exhausted from running away. Either way, Hyunjin approached and sat on a wooden chair next to you.

"Hey," he greeted sheepishly, rubbing his nape.

“Aye,” you greeted back, a little weak.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like my arm has been run over by a train. I’ll be okay tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he breathed, then inhaled deeply. “Y/N, I’m sorry. Scaring you away was the last thing I wanted.”

You shook your head and held his gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I did. I used my ability to make you uncomfortable and I deeply apologize. I avoided you because I was too embarrassed.”

His eyes softened at your sight and kind, honest words. “I got mad at you for nothing, I’m sorry.”

“It was justified,” you insisted.

“Still, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It wasn’t cool of me to do what I did, your anger was rightful.”

“I—”

“Can you please stop and make up already? Gods, you’re so dense, both of you,” Lia cut off, frowning and tending to another camper close to them.

Hyunjin and you apologized at the same time and laughed quietly.

“The truth is… I was painting something for you, and I wanted it to be perfect. I might have been a lot stressed about it.”

“You made a painting for me? You’re so sweet Jinnie.”

Blushing at the nickname, he looked away and took your unharmed hand in his.

“So… are you coming back to the arts and crafts center if only to receive my gift?”

“Depends,” you smirked, “do you miss me or my powers?”

“All of you.”

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, here's the masterlist <3

[kaystrids]

Stray Kids and their Godly Parents

Bang Chan: Zeus, King of the gods and god of the sky, lightning, thunder.

Lee Minho: Hermes, messenger of the gods and the god of travel, communication, thieves, and games.

Seo Changbin: Athena, goddess of wisdom and warfare.

Hwang Hyunjin: Aphrodite, goddes of love, passion, beauty and desire.

Han Jisung: Dionysus, god of wine, festivity, ecstasy, and madness.

Lee Felix: Poseidon, god of the seas, water, and storms.

Kim Seungmin: Hades, god of the dead and king of the underworld.

Yang Jeongin: Apollo, god of the sun, light, poetry, and music.

[itsmischiefdemigod79]

What are the odds that just as my colleague and I were talking abt SKZ yesterday, their comeback teaser comes out last night (my time)? 😂

[pufflix]

arts & crafts center

wc: 0,8k

pairing: demigod!hyunjin x gn demigod!reader

summary: your shared passion for art and your father's powers bring you closer together

genres: fluff, little angst, demigod!au, camp half-blood!au, strangers to friends!au, mutual pining!au, son of aphrodite!hyunjin, child of aether!reader

tw: magic, physical injury, infirmary, idiots

notes: yeah, since there's more cabins being constructed, i took the liberty to add gods of my choice. meet aether, the primordial god of light and the upper air!

networks: @kflixnet @k-radio

permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @badwithten​ send ask/dm/comment to be added!

The guy spent most of his time in the arts and crafts center to paint. You went there to sculpt every once in a while.

Every time you went, he was the only one that wasn't from the Athena cabin. There were always Athena kids there, but an Aphrodite son... Now, that was something.

When you'd hear him complaining about the light, you'd bend it so that it would hit his subject —whatever it was— like he wanted. It was just practice for you and a divine gift for him.

It went like this for a few weeks, until he came to see you after finishing a painting. "Aether kid? Thank you. My paintings are way better when you're here and use the light," he smiled, bowing slightly.

"It's my pleasure to help a fellow artist, Aphrodite kid."

"Please, call me Hyunjin."

"Y/N."

"Sorry I didn't come earlier Y/N, I had to make sure it was really you before presenting myself."

"Of course, it would've been embarrassing to thank someone for something they didn't do," you giggled and he laughed with you.

Since then, you became friends, often going to the arts and crafts center together —at least when you went— which was more often now.

Sometimes you'd pass by on your way to the training grounds and turn invisible to scare him. Nevertheless, you'd wait for his paintbrush to be everywhere but in his hand to avoid a disaster (you're not a monster).

Once, though, he was so focused on something important for him, he got mad when you sneaked up on him, which startled you.

"Stop scaring me like that!" he hissed, annoyed.

"Okay," you faltered, "I'm sorry."

He looked over and his anger dissipated a bit. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to use charmspeak."

"No, it's okay. I'm really sorry. I promise I won't do it anymore."

You kept your promise alright. You were so ashamed of yourself that you avoided going back there altogether. No, it was not the best thing to do. But hey, you were young and your feelings mattered.

Of course, Hyunjin's too.

Even knowing that, you'd turn invisible and flee every time you'd see him looking for you. When he walked past your cabin (your siblings sure knew an Aphrodite kid was searching for you), before and after meals, chariot races and games of capture-the-flag.

Yeah, it lasted a while. Around two weeks, I think.

Then, Hyunjin had enough. He never thought he could miss someone so badly but here he was, pathetically whining about you not wanting to speak to him.

Needless to say, all his friends knew about you and the terrible things he did to drive you away. It was a matter of time before they teamed up with your siblings to stop this nonsense —according to them, anyway.

Fortunately —or not, depending who you're asking—, on one fateful Friday evening, an Ares kid hurt you badly enough during capture-the-flag that you ended up in the infirmary.

Guess who came to see you first?

Yes, Hyunjin, good job!

You were laying in bed, your sword arm in a plaster. He was standing a few beds away, panting and staring at your face then your arm.

If you spotted him, you did nothing to leave. Maybe you were too badly hurt from the game or just exhausted from running away. Either way, Hyunjin approached and sat on a wooden chair next to you.

"Hey," he greeted sheepishly, rubbing his nape.

“Aye,” you greeted back, a little weak.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like my arm has been run over by a train. I’ll be okay tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he breathed, then inhaled deeply. “Y/N, I’m sorry. Scaring you away was the last thing I wanted.”

You shook your head and held his gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I did. I used my ability to make you uncomfortable and I deeply apologize. I avoided you because I was too embarrassed.”

His eyes softened at your sight and kind, honest words. “I got mad at you for nothing, I’m sorry.”

“It was justified,” you insisted.

“Still, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It wasn’t cool of me to do what I did, your anger was rightful.”

“I—”

“Can you please stop and make up already? Gods, you’re so dense, both of you,” Lia cut off, frowning and tending to another camper close to them.

Hyunjin and you apologized at the same time and laughed quietly.

“The truth is… I was painting something for you, and I wanted it to be perfect. I might have been a lot stressed about it.”

“You made a painting for me? You’re so sweet Jinnie.”

Blushing at the nickname, he looked away and took your unharmed hand in his.

“So… are you coming back to the arts and crafts center if only to receive my gift?”

“Depends,” you smirked, “do you miss me or my powers?”

“All of you.”

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, here's the masterlist <3

[mint-yooxgi]

The Feral Drabbles

A series of drabbles with both Ateez and Stray Kids in the First Person POV which express their desires for the (usually) implied chubby!reader.

It's time to see just how feral you make them.

Intoxicating - Yandere!Fennec Fox!Jeongin

Impatient - Yandere!Pup Hybrid!Seungmin

Delectable - Yandere!Naga!Wooyoung

Yearning - Yandere!Phoenix!Mingi

Spectre - Yandere!Wraith!Hyunjin

Victory - Yandere!Demigod!Minho

Warmth - Yandere!Siren!Seonghwa

Forever - Yandere!Kitsune!San

Longing - Yandere!Dragon!Changbin

Control - Yandere!Incubus!Jisung

Valiant - Yandere!Centaur!Yunho

Indulgence - Yandere!Fallen Angel!Hongjoong

Promises - Yandere!Kraken!Felix

Depravity - Yandere!Wolf!Chris

Guardian - Yandere!Griffin!Jongho

[facioleeknow]

Stray Kids as Greek mythological figures

Which heroes/ creatures/ gods i think are similar to Stray Kids.

Wc: 470 Genre: AU

Tw: talk of mental health, not proofread

I was thinking of expanding these into full fics, let me know what you think

Bang Chan

Heracles, demigod, son of Zeus and Alcmene. The most famous hero of all Greece and the one most appreciated. His death was commemorated through an official festival. Very strong and brave, I think he suits Channie perfectly. Charismatic just like our leader and very respected and feared.

Lee Know

Hades, god and king of the underworld. Eldest of three sons. just like Lee Know can seem quite cold and scary on the outside but is actually a good person. In myths Hades is never depicted negatively and always preferred to maintain balance. Technically entering the underworld was forbidden for mortals but there are many stories of heroes going back and forth and Hades did not raise a finger and let them be. A scary looking man with a good heart like Lee Know.

Changbin

Atlas, titan of endurance. Punished by Zeus and condemned to hold up the sky for eternity. Really strong and muscly and could probably throw people around like they weighed nothing. Changbin said he bench presses 150kg roughly, which makes him able to lift the average person and I think he could totally hold up the heavens.

Hyunjin

Adonis, human. The most beautiful man in the whole Greece and the blueprint of what a man should have looked like back then. Lover of Aphrodite, the literal goddess of beauty and love. Could pull men and women, which is perfect for Hyunjin because that man is so beautiful inside and out that nobody can resist him.

Han

Alchys, personification of sadness and desperation. I know what you’re thinking about, Han is a very generally bubbly person on the outside but we all know he struggles deeply with mental health and anxiety. As somebody with the same struggles I can say that this fits pretty well. ( I am not saying in any way that he is defined by his struggles)

Felix

Apollo, god of the sun, music, poetry and art. One of the younger gods, a little spicy and definitely queer. Was said to be so bright that looking at him was like looking into the sun. Couldn’t not think of our sunshine Lixie, our shiny baby who is definitely more than a little mischievous.

Seungmin

Thrasos, personification of courage and insolence. Like Seungmin and his sharp tongue, this deity is not afraid to speak even when they shouldn’t. Courageous in a reckless sense, which fits perfectly because I would never dare to back talk Bang Chan when he is mad but I have a hunch that Seungmin would.

Jeongin

Dionysus, god of wine, fruits, insanity and fertility. Very sensual and mischievous, like our maknae lately. Widely appreciated in the whole of Greece, his parties were very alluring and freeing in way. Able to “hypnotize” you with his charisma which explains why everybody loves Innie so much. 

[faerybin]

「Hwang Hyunjin」 ♡

» So here you'll find all of my favorite Hyunjin fanfics

» For the sake of not spamming the authors, I won't tag them in my post anymore

» Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work *⁠.⁠✧

DRABBLES & TIMESTAMPS *⁠.⁠✧

7:30PM ↴

[0.6k] — fluff, sick hyunjin

12:37am ↴

[0.8k] — smut

[8:55 a.m.] ↴

[0.9k] — slight angst, fluff

[03:28] ↴

[1.1k] — smut

The small things ↴

[0.3k] — fluff

Baby fever ↴

[0.4k] — fluff, husband!hyunjin, dad!hyunjin

Morning text ʚ♡ɞ ↴

[0.4k] — fluff

Fleeting summers of love ↴

[0.8k] — fluff, comfort, (sliiightly suggestive)

Pretty ↴

[0.9k] — smut, fluff, pinch of angst

Sick days ↴

[1k] — fluff, hurt/comfort

Scent ↴

[1.3k] — smut

Home.. ↴

[1.4k] — fluff

ONESHOTS *⁠.⁠✧

But "just friends" don't look at each other like that ↴

[1.9k] — fluff, friends to lovers

When I fell in love ↴ ♡

[2.3k] — fluff, hurt/comfort

Conversations with Hyunjin ↴

[2.7k] — fluff, hurt/comfort

Devil by the window ↴

[3k] — demon!hyunjin x angel!afab reader, smut

Til the end of forever ↴

[3.1k] — smut

Addictive ↴

[3.1k] — established relationship, smut, fluff

I didn't accidentally love you ↴

[3.1k] — fluff, angst

Distraction ↴

[3.2k] — smut, angst, fluff

Ice ↴

[4.5k] — angst, fluff, smut, mafia!au, stranger-to-lovers

The fwb rules ↴

[4.5k] — smut, fluff, slight angst

Come here ↴ ♡

[4.6k] — light enemies to lovers, love at first sight, angst, smut, barista!(y/n)

Boy next door ↴

[4.9k] — fluff, smut, angst, childhood friends

Back in time ↴

[5.2k] — fluff, angst, time travel au

Strawberries & cigarettes ↴

[5.3k] — angst

All yours, forever ↴

[5.4k] — smut, hurt/comfort

A train, her lips, the music ↴

[5.5k] — strangers to lovers, musicians au, fluff, angst, suggestive

After dark ↴ ♡

[6.4k] — angst, smut, fluff

Intoxicating ↴

[6.5k] — smut, fluff, omegaverse au, soul mate au (werewolf mates)

Battle of Wills ↴ ♡

[7.8k] — friends to lovers, perv!hyunjin, smut, fluff, angst

Love in Times New Roman ↴

[8k] — romance, comedy

Just in case ↴

[8.6k] — fluff, angst, suggestive, office au, coworkers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Hilltops + Stargazing ↴

[12.1k] — uni!au, f2l, fluff, angst

The study of relationships ↴

[15k] — fluff, angst, volleyball!au, f2l!au, roommates!au

A throne of roses ↴

[16.7k+] — royal au, fluff, angst, a little suggestive

Demigod ↴

[18k+] — dislike-to-lovers!au, demigod!au, fluff, slight angst

Two types of fireworks ↴ ♡

The duke and I ↴

[21.2k] — irritated companions to lovers, tangled au, historical au, fluff

[32.3k] — bridgerton!au, f2l!au, fluff, angst, smut

Voicemail ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Voicemail II

[4.6k] Two-shots — angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Fairy lights ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Tulips and Lilac

[14.3k] Two-shots — smut, enemies to lovers (if you squint), fluff

Moonrise ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Moonlight

[19.1k] Two-shots — fluff, smut, historical!au, arranged marriage!au, strangers-to-lovers

The bet ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Rules

[19.6k] Two-shots — smut, college au, established relationship, feat. Jisung

Worn out jackets ↴

⇉ Part 2

[20k+] Two-shots — fluff, angst

SERIES *⁠.⁠✧

The strange man of Monterrey manor ↴

[3/3] [20.8k] [Completed]

Genre : strangers/enemies to lovers, regency au, arranged marriage au, angst, smut, slow burn

Dangerous ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Deal

Part 3 ⇉ Deadly

Part 4 ⇉ Damaged

Epilogue ⇉ Darling

[5/5] [32.7k] [Completed]

Genre : angst, smut, enemy au, mafia au

Super bored ↴

[4/5] [66.6k+] [On going]

Genre : college au, smut, light angst, some fluff, weed dealer!hyunjin

Hell above ↴

[17/17] [80.9k] [Completed]

Genre : mafia!au, smut, angst

Star lost with you ↴ ♡

[18/?] [425.1k] [On going]

Genre : idol!hyunjin x artist!reader, friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, forbidden (?) romance, slowburn

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Last updated : 02/01/2024

[sageandlily]

October 2023 favourite reads (Kpop boygroup edition)

🕸Hi! another month come to an end quite fast this year and it's the spooky season month, Ocrober. I didn't read that much fic this month because I got caught by a lot of stuff in my life and social media has been draining me for some reason. But, this month fic recs mostly in greek gods, mythical creatures and bridgerton-ish theme. Once again I always wish that both the stories and the writers (who are amazing, beautiful and talented!) gets more recognition and appreciation.

May November be an amazing month for all of you who came across this post🖤

Viewfinder (🔞Seungmin x reader x Lee Know) by @seospicybin

Absolutely love the dynamic between reader and the boys. What a roller coaster!

Collateral (🔞I.N x reader x Hyunjin) by @seospicybin

As somebody who currently trying her best to applying job in magazine industry, this fic really hit something on me.

Gladius Maximus (Son of Zeus!Bangchan x reader) by @neo-shitty

I'm a sucker for anything demigod or percy jackson inspired so when this fic came on my for you page, I immediately click on it and I'm not regretting it.

Star Lost (Son of Zeus!Bangchan x reader) by @neo-shitty

The sequel for the fic above.

Enemies to lovers (Son of Aphrodite!Hyunjin x reader) by @taelme

I just wanted to tell you how much i love this fic and you're such a talented writer bcs i re-read this fic 3 times!

Too Hot Too Handle (🔞Felix x reader) by @seospicybin

In conclusion: the title tells you all😵‍💫🥵.

The Secret Admirer (San x reader) by @edenesth

I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers trope and San is so ashuekwlfh.

For Me (Mingi x reader) by @hwanchaesong

I'm waiting for the sequel dear writer!

Patience (🔞Seungcheol x reader) by @fantasyescapes17

I'm in my bridgerton rabbit hole when suddenly this fic came out in my for you page and I am HOOKED.

The Siren's Call (🔞Felix x reader) by @petrichor-han

Just a beautiful writing also Felix as a siren?? i can imagine how majestic he is.

The Most Lonely Creature (🔞Yeosang x reader) by @atzfilm

Honestly as a Yeosang biased atiny, this was one of my fav mythical creature fic of him. I've re-read this twice hahaha

Project Omen (🔞Wooyoung x reader x Hongjoong) by @atzfilm

I just wanted to tell you how much i really like this fic bcs this one has been in my mind since i read it last August?? I decided to re-read it several times and it still got me. Kudos to you, such a talented writer!

Thank you for checking this post! See you next month🖤

[skzhua]

Hyunjin fics recommendations | SKZHUA

~ : personal favourites

I’ll keep updating this list as I keep reading. Props to all the writers here for their amazing work, you’re doing great.

WARNING: Some of these are 18+ so please look at the warnings before reading.

MAIN FIC RECS LIST

Enemies-to-lovers!(demigod)Hyunjin by @taelme | 18k+ words

enemies-to-lovers!au (kind of, i feel like it wasnt that extreme but more of a dislike-to-lovers lol), demigod!au (fluff, slight angst? its rly not much, a lot of confusion on reader’s part) 

~ watercolor by @jinhyun (series) ONGOING

social media au, angst, fluff, pining, unrequited love, slow burn, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader.

just in case by @the7thcrow | 8.6k words

fluff. angst. suggestive. romcom. office au. valentine’s day au. coworkers to lovers. slight enemies to lovers.

~ nobody compares to you by @scxrlettwxtches | ~7k words

fluff, slight angst, friends to enemies to lovers (yeah, crazy right?)

~ Hyunjin’s Playlist by @chocojjk | 5.2k words

college student! hyunjin x college! student reader; strangers to lovers?

~ back in time by @changbeanie | 5.3k words

fluff, angst, time travel au.

~ forward in time by @/changbeanie | 6.8k words

Spin-off of back in time, time travel au, fluff, angst.

~ it’s knot you by @/changbeanie | 5.9k words

fluff, angst, soulmate au.

cobblestones by @cbseung (series, 10 parts) COMPLETE

fluff! lowkey enemies to lovers! royalty au.

bits of stardust. by @jeonginks | 16.8k+ words *author closed their blog*

historical au, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers.

mental patient! hyunjin by @serenhyunjinity | 2k+ words

“one side of me wants to love you but the other wants to see your blood spill from every inch of your body”

seven things by @utopianvoices | 4.3k words

enemies to lovers au (kinda); fluff.

~ erubescent. by @cle1024 | ~12k words

angst, fluff, bad boy!au, florist!au, high school!au, enemies to lovers!au.

Ice by @healinghyunjin | 4.5k words

genre: romance, angst, fluff, smut; mafia!AU, strangers-to-lovers, 18+

~ There Is Magic Between Us by @mxxndreams | 19.1k words *author privated it*

one-shot, fluff, angst, attempted humour, low fantasy, frenemies to lovers, swimmer!hyunjin, merman!hyunjin, witch!reader, high school!au, modern-day setting.

beauty and the beast by @froggybaek | 9.4k words

fluff, angst, beauty and the beast au.

For you, For us, For Them by @mrs-i-have-too-many-biases | 25.9k words

Fluff/ Angst, Fantasy au, Fairy au, Enemies to Lovers, Kind of Slowburn!Fluff?, Knight Fairy!Hyunjin X Princess Fairy!Reader.

~ DESCENT TO HELL. by @hwangsify | 13.7k+ words

fallen angel au, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers au, hwang hyunjin x gn reader, former bang chan x gn reader.

boy next door by @strayed-quokka | 4.9k words

fluff, smut, angst, childhood friends, happy ending, porn with somewhat a plot (backstory mostly)

~ NEVERENDING STORY by @crispy-chan | 23k words

fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, AU.

~ the dating experiment by @caseiloveu | 12.1k words *author privated it*

fake dating!au, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, happy ending (i hope), slightly suggestive at best, kissing, food mention, swearing, misunderstanding, murder thread (not real, we're only fed up), best friend!felix, i literally loved this idea so much, i'm so sorry if i crash you tumblr app, maknae line cameo, minho is part of the squad but not in the story.

burn for you by @inniejeonginnie | 8.3k words

angst? fluff? no idea. happy ending :)

just stay with me by @straywrds | 17k words

coworkers to friends to lovers, romance, smut.

~ bad ideas by @yuggyee | 13.8k words *author closed their blog*

Fluff (and a bit of angst?), setup date, hyunjin has a twin brother named sam hwang.

~ two types of fireworks by @chanluster | 21.2k words

tangled! au, historical! au.

~ the duke and i by @/chanluster | 32.3k words

mature, fluff, bridgerton! au, f2l! au, noble! reader, duke! hyunjin.

~ Falling From Grace by @lixesque | 15.4k words *author closed their blog*

fluff and angst but there’s a happy ending.

Clover Prince by @chaninfused | 25.7k words

Fantasy. A little violence. Fluff. Some angst.

Snowed In by @moonjxsung | 7.9k words

+18, Mdni! forced proximity, exes-to-lovers.

~ The snow falls, we fall apart. by @astraystayyh | 13k words

producer student!hyunjin x reader. roommates!au. friends to lovers. acute descriptions of heartbreak and general sadness. slow burn. hurt/comfort. healing and hopeless romantic hyune. very inspired by long for you so lots of pining and yearning.

~ ace by @forlix | 15.2k words

volleyball player!hyunjin x tutor!reader (gn), college!au, sports!au, fake enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn. hyunjin is a huge flirt. mc #DGAF. two polar opposites sharing one soul. a seungjin fic if u squint. loosely inspired by the manga/anime haikyuu!!

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Purple: Creativity, Royalty, Wealth

genre: heavy angst, unestablished relationship

pov: 2nd person

description: life can be lonely when everyone thinks you're perfect. Hyunjin knows that first hand.

pairing: idol!hyunjin x reader

warnings: swearing, reader is a bit of a shitty person

word count: 1,580 (unedited)

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“You truly are a prince.” You stare in awe as you examine Hyunjin's face mentally talking as the sun lights his face. You managed to sketch out his face onto your canvas, not that it did any justice to the demigod of a man sitting in front of you. Thankfully you took a picture of him earlier so you can reference it later. And you're thankful that Hyunjin took his turn painting you first, your nerves alone would have definitely cut into his painting time if you had gone first. He's busy enough as it is, you know it would be hard for him to find another day off again so you two could work on your project.

When Hwang Hyunjin himself walked into the community center for the local painting class, you thought that it was an accident. And when he took the only open seat, which happened to be next to you, you froze, not sure if you were dreaming or actually alive. You vaguely knew who he was. You heard his music before and seen his ads around the city, but with those looks and that talent, you weren't even sure he was a real person.

You heard whispers from other classmates about how he was nicknamed a prince. You could see it, although you found his features more godlike than anything else. As your classes went on, Hyunjin stuck to you and you had no idea why. You definitely didn't want to deal with the negative attention from your classmates. But you didn't mind working with him.

He was quiet and kept to himself. His work seemed perfect, you weren't sure why he was even in the class. You spent more time staring at his art rather than at him. It always seemed sad. And maybe it was the fact that you never engaged in any of the gossip and that you also kept to yourself that drew him to you. So when you were assigned to find a partner and paint each other's portraits, he asked you. What shocked you even more is when he asked you on a date as well. Before that, he hadn't spoken more than two words to you.

“Please don’t call me that.” He hums quietly, careful to keep his pose perfect for you. His long, dyed blonde hair framed his face perfectly. His eyes focusing on the prop rose that he brought with him. With the way he looks now, you're so tempted to add a crown on yourself.

“What, a prince?” You question as you dig into your bag looking for a color to start the background. Maybe literally working from the outside in might intimidate you less and you can start painting Hyunjin.

“Yes,” He answers shortly.

“Why not? I think it’s a perfectly good compliment.” You pull out a blue and green, debating if you should stick with the colors that are very visible behind him.

“It’s not,” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. He's quickly reverting to the Hyunjin you see in class. The quiet, easily annoyed man who always looks like he would rather be anywhere else until he actually starts painting.

“What’s wrong? Why are you acting like this?” You set the paint down and peek your head past your canvas.

“Like what?” He hisses through his teeth.

“Angry. Annoyed. A jackass.” You roll your eyes. Before this, he was so much happier. The two of you had several deep conversations. Hyunjin speaking more than you so you could keep your pose for him. He even laughed a few times. You couldn't help but watch him speak from the corner of your eye. His mouth twitching upward as he spoke about his work, groupmates, and all of the things he loves. That Hyunjin has clearly left the park now.

“I’m annoyed," He squeezes his eyes shut, taking a deep breath, "I'm annoyed because people often call me a prince and belittle my accomplishments based on my appearance.”

"Got it," You nod pressing your lips together and disappearing back behind your canvas. You pull out a larger bottle of green paint and put a bit in a cup before diluting it with water for the underpainting.

The two of you sit in silence as you mix the paint and water. The tension in the air unsettles you. You feel like how you did on your first day of class.

"You agree with them, don't you?" Hyunjin asks, breaking the silence and your concentration. You furrow your eyebrows at him, even though you know he can't see you behind the large canvas.

"I didn't say that," You say quickly, hoping to calm the nerves that no doubt were brewing inside him.

"But you're thinking it. Or at least you thought it. That's why you're being quiet." He says accusingly, his voice getting louder. You look around the park. It's nearly deserted, which is why you chose it. You wanted to avoid a fan spotting him and alerting fellow stay of Hyunjinn's whereabouts.

"Hyunjin, let's not--"

"Oh my God, I was right!" He shouts. You once again turn around to check the park as you put down the diluted green paint and walk over to where Hyunjin was posing. He's now cleaning up his stuff and putting them in his bags.

"Hyunjin, we were having a good time, let's not get into this right now." You try to calm him down as he haphazardly throws small tubes of paint into his bag.

"No, I think we should get into this right now before we even think about going on a date." He spat.

"I didn't mean anything by it when I called you a prince. It was just a compliment." You pause and look at him, really look at him. His face is twisted in anger. His jaw clenched, lips curled in disgust, nostrils flared, and eyes shooting you a warning glare. Daring you to elaborate.

"It's a backhanded compliment at best." He scoffs again. You step closer to Hyunjin. His fist clench, crushing the flower he was holding oh so delicately moments ago.

"I did not mean it like that." You breathe calmly, placing your hand on his.

"Yes, you did. Everyone always does. Everyone always overlooks my hard work and dedication and dismisses them because--what? I'm attractive? 'Blessed by good genes and god?' They don't see the countless hours I've spent in dance studios going over choreography until I felt like my lungs were going to collapse and bones were going to break. Or how many times I sing or rap until my voice is raw and sore before I even have to record and still not be good enough. Everyone just sees my face or just thinks I'm naturally talented so of course I'm an idol. I am sick and tired of it, Y/n. I'm tired." The anger quickly leaves his body. His lips fall slack, head falling forward as he squeezes his eyes shut. His chokehold on the flower loosening.

"Hyunjin, I didn't mean to dismiss your hard work. Honestly. It's just that, you're so beautiful, like living art, that you can't expect people to not comment on it." You close the gap between the two of you, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"But?" He mumbles.

"But?"

"Your voice. Something is missing in your words. I can hear it in your voice. Like there's something you're not saying."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Bullshit," He scoffs. "I spent an entire hour studying your body language as I painted you. I can read you like a book now. If you have something to say, say it already." He lifts his head and opens his eyes. His red, sore eyes meet your concerned dry ones, piercing into your soul.

"I don't have anything to say." You lie.

Because, how can you tell him that he's partially right? You don't dismiss all of his hard work. You've seen him dance and hear him sing. You can tell that he has some sort of natural talent, it's impossible not to. And you also know that he works hard to maintain that talent and grow as a performer. But you also know that his princely looks helped him get to where he is today. If he looked average--if he looked half as attractive as he does now, he might not be as successful as he is now. But you can't tell him that, you don't have the heart to.

"Good talk," he sneers, pushing your hand off of his shoulder and stepping back, "I'm so glad we had this little chat. Now I know that I'd be wasting my time dating you."

"What? I didn't even say anything," You're taken aback by his sudden change in attitude. You can't help but stare at him as he finishes gathering his things.

"You didn't have to Y/n, I could see it in your eyes. It's another one of my princely talents, I can read everyone like a book. And I read everything I needed to in your eyes. And I want no part of it." He says as he starts walking away, dropping the crumpled rose on the floor.

"Wait, Hyunjin!" You call out.

"That's the thing, Y/n. It's fucking lonely at the throne. But I'd rather be miserable and lonely than surround myself with people who genuinely do not give a shit about me or how hard I actually work. See you in class."

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[beautifulchris]

of darkness and rainbows

pairing: demigod!lee felix x fem demigod!reader

featuring: han jisung, hwang hyunjin, sf9's dawon, golden child's bomin, nct's doyoung

summary: a demigod au in which you enter the camp after losing your mom, and you swear to yourself you'll avenge her no matter what

genres: demigod!au, s2f2l!au, mutual pining, slowburn, action, fantasy, adventure, greek mythology, romance, mild fluff, angst

tw: monsters, parental abandonment, death of a mother and a brother, murder, blood, physical injuries, use of weapons (swords, knives, bow and arrow), VIOLENCE, nightmares, grief and loss depiction, battle scenes, monster and creature slaying, mild language, fainting, magic, ghost

rating: +16

wc: 12,7k

notes: wow. this is my longest work yet and i'm proud of it, please let me know what you think!!

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one.

It was the end of June, and your mom said a trip to Long Island —you’d never heard of that place before— would be the greatest gift she could offer you for your twelfth birthday. You didn’t believe her after she gifted you an agate necklace, your favorite stone.

It was the end of June, and your mom said a trip to Long Island —you’d never heard of that place before— would be the greatest gift she could offer you for your twelfth birthday. You didn’t believe her after she gifted you an agate necklace, your favorite stone.

Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with the trip you’d imagined.

After getting to Montauk, and spending a few hours on the beach, she drove north. You then walked up what you thought was a random hill. When you were almost on top, you turned towards your mom to tell her you wanted to go back, that you’d rather go home and watch a movie. She was sobbing. It took you aback and broke your heart to see her that way. You wanted to hug her so badly.

She grabbed the backpack she had over her shoulders and put the handle in your hands.

“You must go further north, alright? You’ll find someone who can help you,” she instructed as she kneeled in front of you, stroking your face affectionately.

“What are you talking about, mom? I don’t want to go anywhere without you.”

“It’s going to be alright, sweetheart. You have to trust me. You’re so special, you don’t realize how much. You must go on your own path now. It’s time.” Her voice cracked a little. “Go, you’ll be safe there.”

“This doesn’t make any sense…” you mumbled and stood your ground.

“Maybe because your mommy failed to mention why you’re here,” an icy voice said, making you flinch. Your mom quickly got up and put a protective hand on your shoulder, “and why you’re both going to die today.”

“You’re too late. My daughter will live.”

A light yet threatening laugh left the woman’s throat. She was extremely beautiful, but there was something wrong with her. Not physically, it was more of a feeling.

“We’ll see about that.”

As the woman charged, your mom pushed you out of the way.

“Run!” she yelled as she shielded you with her whole body, turning her back on the woman. You didn’t want to leave her but what could you do? You ran as fast as you could to the top of the hill, still being able to hear what was happening behind you.

“I’m Keahi,” the woman said as she grasped your mom’s arm and forced her to spin so that they faced each other. “Might as well know my name, since I’m the last person you’ll ever see, mortal. You’re going to die knowing it was for nothing.”

You only turned around when you heard a sharp gasp.

You watched helplessly as your mom’s limp body fell to the ground with a loud thud. The woman had blood dripping from her hand— no, her claws. It dawned on you that she had murdered your mom and you were next. You turned around and resumed your sprint. Due to your fear and teary eyes, you realized too late that now that you were at the top, you’ll be going down.

You braced yourself as you could for the fall. Your body got scratches from a few low branches and brambles. When you arrived at the bottom of the hill, you looked up to see if the woman had followed.

It wasn’t the beautiful woman you saw earlier anymore, she had flaming hair, white skin and glowing red eyes. You could only see her head, but it was enough to get nightmares. She bared her fangs and turned around, like she couldn’t get to you anymore.

You tried to breathe but it came out ragged, hands shaking and lips trembling. The sun was heating up your skin. The birds were chirping happily while the despair you were feeling was starting to become unbearable as you clutched at your sides. Tears were streaming down your face, blurring your vision. Not that you had much to look at, anyway, except trees.

You closed your eyes and before you could register what was going on, a paradise appeared before them. There was grass, trees, farm animals, a waterfall and sky in different rainbow colors, plus a rainbow in the background. It obviously wasn’t real, but for some reason the colors perfectly matched. It made you feel at ease. A drastic change from the state you were in mere seconds ago. It momentarily made you forget about it, the sight filling you up with warmth and peace. It only lasted a couple minutes, although by now you breathed normally again, tears dried up.

When you opened your eyes and turned around, you could see a huge amphitheater in the distance, a volleyball court and… were these strawberry fields? Off the corner of your eye, you caught sight of a boy smiling sheepishly, seated a few meters away from you. Blinking a few times, you let out a long sigh.

“Are you okay?” the boy asked in a raspy voice.

It doesn’t match his angelic face, you thought.

He had freckles, a fair and soft skin, short blond hair and brown eyes. He was wearing an orange t-shirt, shorts and sneakers.

You nodded, getting up painfully. Your limbs felt sore, the cuts on your face and arms started to ache.

“I can bring you to the infirmary if you want.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have trusted him right away. Maybe he was with the monster. But he didn’t look evil. He didn’t feel evil, either. So, you followed.

“I hope my illusion helped you feel a tad better.”

“What I saw when I closed my eyes, you did this?”

“Yeah. I’ve been practicing.”

He had a peaceful aura that calmed you down instantly. He was so sweet with you, but all you could think of was: what did you do to deserve this kindness? You had just abandoned your mom to her death.

“Why?” You were trembling, and your voice was just above a whisper.

“Why what?”

“Why did you create this illusion?”

“Oh. You looked like you needed a cheer up.”

A surge of gratefulness engulfed you and you smiled.

“Thank you.”

“I heard voices over the hill and when I came, I saw you falling down. There was a monster at the top.”

Your smile disappeared. “I— she killed my mom.”

Eyes widening, the blond boy internally slapped himself for making you sad all over again after all his efforts to make you feel better. “I’m sorry.”

You arrived at the infirmary after a few minutes of awkward silence, and quiet amazement on your part at the amphitheater you could see more clearly, the pavilion full of white tables, more than twenty houses differently decorated and a hearth in the center, even an arena, with kids and teens from different ages all around.

A brown haired guy was tending to a sleeping kid around your age, bruises, cuts and burns all around their face and arms. They were wearing jean overalls with an orange t-shirt, all covered in soot from head to toe.

“Jisung!” the boy next to you called as soon as he spotted him.

“One sec,” he replied without looking up. He brought the teen’s head up with one hand and poured some amber liquid down their throat with the other. He rested their head back delicately on the mattress, got up and turned around to greet the newcomers.

“Hi F— Wow, hey there! Sit here,” he motioned toward an empty bed, “I’ll be right back.” He left through a door made of white sheets.

“Do I really look that bad?”

The blond boy chuckled, slowly shaking his head. “By the way, I didn’t give you my name. I’m Felix.”

You looked up at him, managing a side smile. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You didn’t have time to answer that Jisung was back with medicine. He cautiously cleaned your wounds with the same yellowish liquid he used to treat the other kid. It felt like he was treating you like porcelain.

Then, he brought a golden cube up to your mouth.

“What is this?”

“A bit of ambrosia. It heals demigods, but too much can have bad side effects.”

Demigods??

“Eat it, you’ll feel better.”

Whatever.

With newfound trust in strangers, you chewed on the sweet food. It tasted like the mac’n’cheese your mom would make on rainy days. The memory comforted you, but also induced some pain within. Your wounds started to fade until they were completely healed.

“Thank you,” you murmured, in awe at the product. You definitely needed this stuff.

“Of course, it’s my job,” he beamed. “So, Felix,” he turned to his friend, “where did you find this stray kid? Tell me you didn’t go on a little quest on your own—”

“I found Y/N near the border, she’s new,” he interrupted him.

You were thankful he let out the details of your encounter.

“Oh, my bad! I guess you have to take her to the Big House, then.”

He nodded, extending his hand your way. You stared at it, then at the freckled boy, then back at it. Taking it slowly, he walked you to the Big House, which lived up to its name. You choked when you saw a centaur —an actual centaur?!— walking out of the front door.

“Greetings, Chiron!”

Chiron? From the legends??

“Felix. Welcome to the camp half-blood, young lady. I’m Chiron, activities director. Have you been claimed already?”

“Huh…”

“I didn’t see anything,” Felix answered. “I see. Perhaps we’ll know tonight at the campfire. Can you show our new recruit around? I’m off to archery class.”

“Sure.”

He thanked Felix, sent a smile your way and galloped away to the west. The realization you were still holding the boy’s hand made you blush, but before you could retract it, he pulled you with him to different places.

He explained the purpose of the strawberry fields and the society name —Delphi Strawberry Service— covering the camp. He showed you the climbing wall with lava, the dining pavilion, the forge full of Hephaestus kids, the armory —he tried to make you choose a weapon but you refused—, the Pegasus stables —with actual pegasi!—, the arena where demigods trained, the archery field where Chiron was teaching, the camp store —you could buy an orange t-shirt there later—, the arts & crafts center —you saw a beautiful black-haired boy painting there among other kids—, the canoe lake, the forest— you weren’t keen on entering after Felix told you what was in it. You finished the tour next to the hearth in the center of the houses you saw earlier. You could swear you saw a woman in the fire, but when you looked more closely, she was gone.

He explained everything except the reason why you were here in the first place. “This is all charming and interesting, but why am I here?”

“I was getting to that. These are the cabins of the major Greek gods and some of the minor ones. Here,” he gestured to the most colorful cabin out of the bunch, “is my mom’s, Iris, goddess of rainbows.”

It explained the illusion. The cabin looked like a huge trailer with a platform on the front and a little rainbow as antenna. It looked chill and welcoming.

Felix gave you the names of all the gods and goddesses’ cabins present on this camp, making hypotheses on who your dad might be.

“Do you like mechanics? Are you good at poetry or archery? Or swords? Do you enjoy grape juice? Maybe you’re a trickster? Do you enjoy sleeping? I mean, do you spend most of your time sleeping? Can you control light? If none of those… Maybe you’re a child of one of the Big Three.”

“Who are the Big Three?”

“Zeus —god of the sky—, Poseidon —god of the sea— and Hades —god of the dead and king of the Underworld.”

You pondered. “This is a dream. I’m gonna wake up.”

He chuckled —an endearing sound— and shook his head. “I think I’d know if it was one. No, you’re a demigod, Y/N. For real.”

When you didn’t respond, he glanced at you. You were lost in thought, wondering who your father could be, why you’ve never seen him before and why he never came to see you.

“Come on, there’s one more thing I’d like you to see.” He tugged at your hand and dragged you towards the beach.

The sun was setting. You sat on the sand, looking at the horizon. It was really pretty. But you couldn’t avoid reality for too long. A tear fell down your face thinking about how your mom would’ve loved coming here, looking at this scenery with an arm around your frame.

She was gone.

From this moment, you swore to yourself that, when you were ready, you would find the monster and avenge your mom, no matter what. Felix saw your determined eyes staring in the distance. It gave him an idea on who your father might be.

At the campfire, you realized a lot more campers than you initially thought were here. You’ve seen a bunch during the tour, but right now, when the whole camp was gathered around the fire, it felt like you were a couple hundred.

Some had musical instruments and were preparing for what you guessed was a concert. A dozen, more or less, were looking all dressed up and pretty, a few were playing with balls of energy —magic?—, others were dozing off wherever, from another kid’s shoulder to the floor. The rest looked somewhat normal, apart from the kids with hands partially tainted with soot. Might be tough to get rid of it when they spend so much time in the forges.

Some kids greeted Felix and welcomed you into the camp, which felt nice. Although you couldn’t remember every name, you were grateful for their kind words.

It seemed that the Apollo cabin was actually preparing for a singalong. Everyone sang, cheered and overall had a good time. Felix nudged you from time to time to check up on you and offer you bright smiles. So bright, in fact, that they were almost blinding. But you didn’t mind. His sole presence was enough to give you peace of mind. Maybe because looking at him reminded you of the illusion he created for you.

The campers were asking for an encore, when silence abruptly fell and every pair of eyes were on you. Or above you, to be precise, but it felt the same to you.

Exposed, vulnerable and embarrassed.

You glanced at Felix, who was looking up too. He lowered his gaze, locked eyes with you and motioned for you to look up as well. It was a glowing golden helm hologram suspended above your head.

“The bloodline is determined. Hades, king of the Underworld. Hail Y/N L/N, daughter of the dead and riches.”

Every camper kneeled, including Chiron and Felix, and you wanted to disappear from the Earth. Was it just because you ended up being a child of the Big Three? Or did every camper have the privilege of experiencing such a stressful moment?

At last, they all got up and resumed the singalong for a well-deserved encore.

An older guy walked to you from a corner. He was tall, had dark eyes and a harsh resting face. You recoiled in your seat, scared of what he might do. But then he showed a toothy smile with dimples and extended his hand for you to shake.

When you did, he said: “Welcome home, sis.”

Once alone in your bunk —you had slipped away before the end of the campfire— you sobbed, hugging the backpack your mom put in your hands earlier that day.

It smelled like her.

Calming down a bit, curiosity took over and you opened it. There was a pocket knife, pepper spray, a pack of matches, a flashlight, tissues, a sleeping bag, a water bottle and food.

It struck you. She knew what you were long before you did.

two.

Felix shouldn’t have laughed.

The whole scene was just so ridiculously funny, he had to.

You were training at the climbing wall like every other day, except today, someone had the good idea to change the mode from normal to full lava-and-earthquake while you were on it. Needless to say it took you by surprise. You fell to the bottom, earning smoking holes in your t-shirt and singed arms' hair.

Felix helped you get out of the lava floor, miserably trying to suppress his giggles. “Are you okay?”

“Who turned the climbing wall into a frenzy? I just wanna talk!”

Your eyes showed you were being serious, although a little smile appeared after looking at your best friend’s face.

Turns out it was a Hermes kid, obviously.

To get back at him, you created a hole under his feet. He screamed as he sank up to his ankles. He lost balance and fell on his butt. A few kids that fell off the climbing wall with you clapped their hands and laughed.

Oh yeah, my bad. I forgot to tell you you could do that, among other things.

Being at Camp Half-Blood year round was actually a great thing. Undeniably, between that and being with your mom, the choice was clear, but since she was gone… All you could do was train to be able to protect mortals like you should’ve protected your mom and avenge her as well.

I know what some may think. It wasn’t your fault (and it wasn’t. really.) but you couldn’t make peace with it just yet. Guilt still ate you up at night.

After understanding what it meant to be a kid of Hades, you tried to find and talk to your mom. A ghost appeared instead of her. It looked like a staff member, with greek armor and a formal look. He told you your mom was in Elysium, that ‘she wanted you to follow your own path’ and that ‘she didn’t want to see you until you were old and had a full life’. It felt so unfair. You tried to argue but the ghost didn’t stay to hear your complaints, leaving you in your grief.

You ended up entering the armory. Even if you were against violence, you came to terms with the fact that you couldn’t protect others by solely making holes on the ground. Felix showed you all the best pieces of celestial bronze weapons. He made you try on several, making you swing swords, throw knives, shoot arrows… It was unsure what would suit you best.

At last, your eyes caught sight of a dusty black metal in a corner, behind javelins. Dusting off the sword a bit, you felt like it belonged in your hand. It wasn’t too heavy, nor too light. It just felt right.

“It’s stygian iron,” Felix explained, “Hades’ own sword is made of it.”

Did you resent him? Probably… yeah. If he had been there, two years ago, he could’ve saved your mom. But you never saw him, ever. You often wondered if you were even worthy of his presence.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up, “yeah?”

“You looked out of it. Are you okay? We can stop looking for weapons if you want.”

“No, I’m good. I’ll take this one.” It hasn’t left your side ever since.

Felix proposed to train together. It was fun, both of you ending up at the infirmary more often than not. Jisung was always there to treat your wounds while cracking jokes.

Dawon, the Hades’ cabin’s head counselor that scared you on your first night, was actually really cool. He showed you around the cabin, welcomed you like a true sibling. You enjoyed eating with your siblings at the dining pavilion, talking strategies and kicking ass during capture-the-flag and chariot races, chatting before bed and getting ready together in the mornings.

Other than that, you didn’t spend a lot of time with them. No, Felix was practically attached to your hip at this point. He has been a huge pillar to your recovery. If it wasn’t for him and his bright aura, you would’ve been morose and sad. He probably knew that too.

When you passed by the arts & crafts building, you often saw the pretty boy. The sun would often reflect on his face, making his skin glow. His stance was elegant, his features soft and flawless. He had sunlight in his shoulder-length black hair and his long fingers seemed to be working effortlessly against the canvas. In a way, watching him paint for a while was relaxing. Curiosity always got the best of you as you wanted to see his next art piece.

All you knew about him was that he was a child of Aphrodite and an amazing painter.

three. 

“I did not sign up for this!” you grunted, slashing your sword across monsters left and right.

“You didn’t sign anything,” Jisung recalled, twirling to avoid a clawed hand and slaying the monster with an arrow in its chest.

“It feels like, no matter how much we kill, there’s always more,” Felix puffed.

Hopefully he was pretty good with a sword, because he couldn’t rely on his mom’s powers in the darkness. After what felt like an eternity, the last monster was slayed by your sword.

“Alright, enough practice. Let’s head back before more monsters arrive,” you offered. They didn’t protest.

You were all worn out, sweating and breathing hard. The trip in the forest left very few monsters left to slay. Whoever took care of that would have some work to do. 

“We managed pretty well, didn’t we?” Jisung grinned, eyes half closed. You nodded while Felix agreed.

It was practically nightfall. At seventeen, you were more trained than ever and felt ready to face the world.

The next day, there was an emergency meeting with Chiron and the head counselors. Everyone saw them hastily leave the dining pavilion during breakfast after Argus came running to them.

A few dozen minutes later, you were summoned to the Big House. You entered the meeting room and sat next to Dawon around the ping-pong table. Chiron didn’t waste any time and recited the unprompted prophecy they had heard by the current Oracle.

Child of Underworld must retrieve their father’s accessory

Magnificent Mile holds a piece of the way back in its last breath

The King’s circle’s won by defeating an old vampire enemy

The last challenge in Yellowstone ends in half-blood death

Vampire. It was about an empousa. It was enough for you to want to come, even if the last sentence worried you a bit. You were about to speak up when Chiron raised his hand.

“The sole reason you’re here is because we think it’s about you.”

“Indeed, you’re the only one I know that has an empousa as an enemy,” added Dawon as he nudged you with a smile.

Yeah, the details of your arrival ended up being known around camp. It was apparently common to arrive while chased by a monster, but not every parent died at the same time.

“Oh.”

“If you need anything for the quest, we’re here to help,” proposed Bomin, head counselor of Poseidon’s cabin.

“To make sense of the prophecy, for example,” said Doyoung, the Athena cabin’s head.

“Do you know who you’re going to ask to join you?” Chiron asked.

The only thing you knew for sure was that you were going to get your revenge. And you only needed two friends for this.

“Yeah. All I need to know now is where to begin.”

Doyoung coughed and rearranged the glasses on his nose. “Well, my friend Johnny is from Chicago and last time we spoke about his hometown, he mentioned the Magnificent Mile. He said it was the most famous avenue. Now, I don’t know if the prophecy refers to the city globally or this place precisely… But, either way, I think you need to go there.”

“Thank you for your insight. Do I have a deadline?” you inquired, turning to Chiron.

“You have until the end of the month.”

It sounded like a lot of time, then you remembered the date. “We’re the 29th.”

“Indeed. You have three days, starting now.”

four.

And so began your journey. You had a backpack each, filled with medicine, spare clothes, food, water and money —drachmas and dollars.

Argus was driving you to New York on board the Delphi Strawberry Service van. Jisung kept fidgeting with the beads on his necklace.

“You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?” He squirmed uneasily. “You’ll get back alive, I promise you.”

A promise he knew you couldn’t keep, but it did reassure him a bit. He knew you were going to do everything you could so that you’ll all get back to camp alive.

Felix took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. The sudden contact brought warmth to both yours and Felix’s face and ears. Jisung chuckled at the exchange until he realized he was going to third wheel the whole trip. Then, his face dropped, a groan leaving his lips.

Before Felix could ask what was wrong, Argus pulled up in the train station’s parking. You thanked the camp’s chauffeur and entered the Pennsylvania station.

“I found a direct train,” you told them after talking with an employee, “it’ll take around nineteen hours and thirty minutes. Shall we?”

When you talked to them about the prophecy, they didn’t waste any time and said they’ll come with you. Trying to talk them out of it was useless.

As comfortably installed as possible, Felix and you in the direction of travel, Jisung in the opposite direction, the brown haired boy thought the prophecy over, again.

“Child of Underworld —that’s you, Y/N— must retrieve their father’s —Hades, obviously— accessory. What can it be? What are the known accessories he owns?”

You shrugged while the freckled boy answered his friend’s question.

“There is his bident, or staff, his sword, his helm of darkness, Cerberus, which we cannot call an accessory per say and his golden keys.”

“Is there anything more?”

“Yes, but those are the main attributes he possesses.”

“It can’t be Cerberus or the golden keys, because it’s specifically an accessory, singular,” you commented.

Felix nodded. Jisung continued, “so it’s either the staff, the sword or the helm. OK. Next line is ‘Magnificent Mile holds a piece of the way back in its last breath’. The only thing we know is that Magnificent Mile is an avenue in Chicago. I don’t like the sound of anyone’s last breath, honestly.”

“It’s probably a beast,” you proposed. “It says ‘its’.”

“That’s the most logical option we got,” Felix agreed.

“It better be. ‘The King’s circle’s won by defeating an old vampire enemy’.”

“‘Vampire’ means empousa. I guess we need whatever the King’s circle is for the rest of the quest,” you noted, “do you guys have any idea?”

They shook their heads in unison. “No, but we’ll get back to it. ‘The last challenge in Yellowstone ends in half-blood death’. Not gonna lie, I hate this one the most.”

“Yellowstone… If it’s a place, I don’t know it,” Felix said, thinking about it.

“There’s a Yellowstone national park in Wyoming, but I can’t tell for sure if it’s gonna be there,” you shared.

“It might be,” Jisung voiced and bit his lips, “but it’ll also be the last challenge, and, in case any of you forgot, it’ll end in death. Possibly one of ours.”

He was right. However, dwelling on it so soon would not help anyone.

“Let’s think about that part later, OK? Let’s focus on getting to Chicago safely.”

After four stops, the train passed over the Broadway bridge in Albany. The train weirdly shook.

“Of course,” you muttered, “this couldn’t be a nice, eventless trip.”

People started walking in our direction from the end of the train. They didn’t look particularly alarmed, like it was natural to change wagons while the train was in motion.

Felix looked up through the window and frowned. “I don’t see any—”

The train’s wheels shrieked against the rails, abruptly stopping it. Felix and you fell forward on Jisung, who grunted, obviously not enjoying the voyage so far. Then the sound of metal being crushed like a soda can filled the air. The brown haired boy looked at his friends and gulped loudly.

“Remind me why I was so eager to come?”

You tried to open the doors but they wouldn’t budge. You got closer to a window and unsheathed your sword.

“Get back.” The boys did as told, stepping back to the empty opposite seats.

You hit the glass with the pommel of your sword. It shattered, but before you could step over the wall, a glowing orange eye appeared, surrounded by glistening dark green flesh and a gigantic triangular red maw.

“What’s that smell?” Jisung gagged, closely followed by Felix.

You held your breath and stabbed the monster in the eye. It screeched in pain as it released the hold it had on the train, although not completely. Despite that, you all knew you had a few seconds before the beast would attack.

“I think I know what it is,” Felix said, “help me get on the train.”

“You already are,” Jisung retorted.

“I meant on the roof.”

“It’s too dangerous,” you cut in.

“Y/N, you were about to do it.”

“Yes, but—”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course, b—”

“We don’t have time.”

True enough, the serpent’s mouth flew inside the wagon, missing Felix’s head by a centimeter. You used this opportunity to pierce its other eye. It flew out of the train’s window in a cry. If it wasn’t trying to kill everyone, you would’ve felt bad for it. Although now it was blind and very, very angry.

Felix finally got to the roof with Jisung’s help while you covered them. The snake was so long —around thirty six meters— it wrapped itself around the train at least four times. It had flatten it with its strong hold. Felix wondered how the bridge hadn’t fallen into the river by now.

He silently prayed to his mom and concentrated on creating a rainbow. The sunny afternoon and the river’s reverberation helped greatly. When the serpent’s head was in front of him, he generated multicolored flames from the rainbow to destroy the monster. He felt dumb when he realized it didn’t do anything, its skin extinguishing the flames on contact.

How could he expect to kill a sea snake with fire?

Scolding himself could wait. He rolled over when the monster tried to swallow him up. He unleashed blasts of multicolored energy, penetrating and burning the monster’s skin in the process. Jisung was shooting arrows from the open window, while you were slashing at the monster’s body everywhere you had access to it through the broken windows.

Finally, with one last blast of energy on the serpent’s head, it disintegrated, leaving a damaged train and exhausted demigods. Felix was wondering if the train could get powered up again and carry them all the way to Chicago, but before he could finish his thought, he collapsed on the roof.

five.

Obviously it wouldn’t be a dreamless sleep.

Felix was at a train station. A sign read “Chicago”. He felt relieved. It probably meant they’d make it there.

His consolation was short-lived, however, as he saw a huge lion a few meters away. It seemed to be patiently waiting for them, laying down on the nearest park. The worst part was the 2,50 meters tall giants behind him. They were playing rock paper scissors and one of them didn’t like to lose. He stamped his foot on the ground so hard it felt like an earthquake.

The dream changed. He was outside in the dark, perhaps on a mountain. He could tell by the chilling breeze and the glowing stars. Felix saw a woman not too far, chanting in a language he wasn’t familiar with in front of a large cauldron. He found her beautiful and delicate until he caught a glimpse of the rest of her body. From her waist down was a serpentine body, which oddly resembled the Carthaginian serpent he killed earlier.

He shuddered. When she finished chanting, she turned to Felix, boring her glowing green eyes into his.

“Oh dear, I didn’t mean for you to see me like this,” she said in a seductive way.

She snapped her fingers and the snake part of her body disappeared, replaced by a regular woman's body, wearing a thin black dress.

“There. Better, isn’t it?”

Mist, he thought.

“If you survive your little journey, I’ll be glad to feed on your flesh, even if you’re not quite a child anymore.”

If Felix wasn’t terrified before, he surely was now. He tried to speak, but no sound would come out.

She walked over to him, whispering in his ear, “I’ll drink the Apollo’s kid’s blood and eat his flesh. Once I’m done with him, I’ll deal with you. I’ll take my sweet time. And then, precious Y/N will finally feel my wrath, and eventually die.”

His blood boiled, anger and fear filling his body to the brim. He couldn’t let that happen. Before the woman could sink her crocodile teeth into his neck, Felix woke up in a cold sweat, a few minutes before the Cleveland stop.

It was night, Jisung and you were munching on homemade sandwiches. You had retrieved Felix from the roof together and laid him on two seats in an empty wagon with windows intact. Jisung had fed Felix some nectar and let him sleep for about eight hours.

No matter what the mortals saw, they succeeded in making the train move again and the passengers were seated at the front of the convoy. There was a constant shrill metallic sound coming from the bottom of the train. It was low, but definitely annoying.

“Felix,” you called, “how are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve drained myself to the point of collapsing,” he groaned, sitting up.

“Do you need more nectar?” Jisung asked.

“No, thanks. Besides, we should keep our supplies for as long as possible.”

“Take that sandwich, then.” The brown haired boy tossed him a sandwich and they ate in silence, until Felix told both of you about his dream.

“So, the good news is we’re gonna make it to Chicago,” you said.

Jisung continued, “the bad news is, we’re gonna die in Chicago.”

“I have a few hours to think about a plan while you two sleep.”

You tried to protest but Jisung’s loud yawn put an end to the debate before it even started.

Your dreams were filled with nightmares, like every demigod ever.

It started like every other night. Your mom smiling down at you, her hand stroking your hair, then her being stabbed to death by Keahi. This time the woman smirked and whispered, “I’ll enjoy killing you more than I did your mother.” You were about to curse her when the dream changed.

It was night and in the open space, although a bonfire brightened Felix’s liveless body lying on the ground and Jisung’s limp corpse against a rock a few meters away. You wanted to scream, tears running down your cheeks. A triumphant laugh came from everywhere around you, cutting through the dead of night.

The next dream was so different, it shocked you. You were back on Half Blood Hill, except there was no sign of your mom or the empousa. Instead, there was a tall, shoulder length black haired man with fairly white skin and intense black eyes standing around ten meters away from you. What surprised you the most was the black flowing robes he was wearing, filled with evil souls threaded into it.

Despite his morbid appearance, he was looking at you with unexpected tenderness. You were wondering who this man might be when he spoke up.

“Y/N,” he called, “I’m sorry it took me so long to appear.”

Then it clicked. Of course. This intimidating man was Hades, your dad. A surge of hatred ran through your body beyond your control.

“Where were you? All this time, when I got kicked out of school every other year, when I was made fun of, when mom died? Where were you? Did you even love her?”

His eyes flared with purple fire for a second, his face hardening, but you were too furious to be afraid of the consequences. Just as fast, he calmed himself.

“I did love her, yes. But I couldn’t do anything, to protect you and because I can’t meddle with my children’s lives. You had to forge your own path for it to mean anything. You still do.”

You scoffed. “Bet you say that to all your kids.” The uneasy look he gave you proved you were right. “Gods, you do have a healthy way with kids, huh?”

“I understand your rage. But right now, you must focus on your quest.”

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered.

“You must not fall into a blind rage when you see her. You must control your thirst for revenge.”

“You sure love to tell me what to do for someone I just met.”

“Y/N… If you don’t control your powers, bad things could happen. Your friends might pay the price.”

“Oh so now you’re threatening my friends!”

He sighed, visibly tired. His form began to fade. “I have to go. Remember my words when you face the empousa.”

Before you could make a snarky remark, he vanished. You woke up feeling so angry your friends could practically see it.

“Usually we wake up confused, terrified, or determined, but as angry as you are, I’m afraid to ask about what you saw,” Jisung started joking, but then recoiled in his seat in front of you.

Felix gave you a worried look.

“I’m okay.” You were still fuming but they knew better than to push it.

When you sat up, the blond boy sat next to you and took your hand in his. It calmed you down more efficiently than you’d care to admit.

“We’re almost there. And I have a plan.”

six.

The Great Hall was majestic, with columns all around and a barrel-vaulted skylight bathing the room in soft light. It was giving Greek revival vibes, which comforted you if only for a moment.

You were firmly holding the grip of your sword, mentally preparing for the fight ahead. The lion was waiting for you three outside the station, but there was no giant in sight.

The fact that Felix had a plan didn’t ease your nerves that much, because plans rarely unfolded as expected. But he knew stuff about monsters and Greek mythology as a whole, so it was helping.

“He’s not that big,” Jisung shrugged, “just the size of a pick-up truck. We can totally get him.”

He nocked his arrow as the Iris kid and you unsheathed your swords.

Not two minutes into the fight, you realized that Felix was right. The lion’s pelt was deflecting all your weapons. It was pointless to attack from behind and by surprise. You tried to keep him occupied until Felix could find an opening.

“Guys, I’m no Hercules, so don’t expect me to asphyxiate him with my bare hands!” Jisung shouted. He tried to shoot an arrow into the lion’s eye, but he somehow saw it coming and protected himself.

“It would’ve been easier with a cornucopia but…” Felix threw his backpack into the lion’s maw. As he bellowed in disgust, your friend shouted, “now!”

Jisung fired arrows into his open mouth. He dissolved except for his pelt. “Great. I’ve always wanted to resemble a caveman.” The Apollo kid’s wry comment made you smile.

He somehow succeeded in putting it away in his bag, at the same moment the three giants decided to show up. They were coming from the park, their iron clubs laying low.

“Where is the lion? There was a lion, right?” one of them asked.

“Already defeated, useless scamp! And guess what? You’re next!” Jisung raised his arms wide, like he was waiting for a group hug. Then, he gestured to the giants with one hand. “What kind of ogres are you, anyway?”

Felix nudged him. “They’re Laistrygonian giants, dude. Muscular tattooed man eaters.”

“You look awfully smug for our next lunch, half-blood,” the tallest of the giants said.

“In your dreams, you witless gollumpus!” He didn’t waste any more time and shot arrows at them. They deflected the projectiles with ease except for the smallest giant, who apparently wasn’t paying much attention. He crumbled into dust. 

The other two roared in outrage and sprinted your way, brandishing their clubs high above their heads. Felix sidestepped when the giant swung his arm, rolled between his legs and stabbed him in the back.

Two down, one to go.

“You’ll pay for that, demigods!” the tallest giant bellowed before laying his arm down on Jisung.

You cut off his arm with a swirl of your sword. He yelled, turned and tried to crush your throat with his remaining hand. He was circling your neck with his huge fingers, but Felix thrusted his celestial bronze sword into his side. He disintegrated.

“Thank you,” you breathed with difficulty, locking eyes with Felix.

He dropped his blade and enveloped you in a comforting hug that lasted more than the average.

“Are you okay?” he inquired, cupping your face with his hands. He searched your face for any sign of hurt, sadness, fear… But there was only relief and tiredness. You nodded.

“You fought bravely.”

You turned, raising an eyebrow at the sight of a beautiful woman with black eyes and blond hair. She was wearing a black gown and carrying two old-fashioned reed torches. She was surrounded by green light and Mist was everywhere around her.

Felix let go of your face and unconsciously grabbed your hand instead. He studied the goddess, picking up on the details that showed who she might be. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure you could trust her.

“Why, thank you mysterious woman! So, which one are you?” Jisung questioned, a bit wary.

“Hecate,” Felix murmured.

“Well done, Iris kid. Before you ask, I’m here to offer guidance. You’re about to—”

“Sorry, but, um… You’re the goddess of magic, you created empousai. Why would you help us?” you asked. It didn’t make sense to you, knowing the prophecy, which you were sure she knew about too.

“As I was saying, daughter of Hades,” she continued with a neutral voice, “you’re about to face great danger.”

“What, more than the usual death threats? What a bummer,” Jisung snorted, crossing his arms.

“Your insolence isn’t helping your case, Apollo kid. My children —or creations, whatever— don’t always follow my orders. We’re not obliged to share the same faith. They’re free. Like my children back at camp half-blood.” You waited for her to continue.

“Jisung, joking around helps you hide your scars, but you need to embrace them to properly move forward. Sharing your burden might do the trick. You’re also worth more than you think.”

She then turned to your freckled friend. “Felix, you need to stop putting everyone before yourself. You cannot control everyone’s happiness. You’ll soon have to prove you can keep your distance, for your own sake.”

Finally, she set her eyes on you. “Y/N, I know you think you’re not worth being here, going on this journey. You feel helpless, because you haven’t slayed any monster yet. But do not worry, your time will come soon enough, and with that, your greatest challenge. You have so much more power within than you might believe. This power needs to be used wisely.”

A wave of uneasiness washed over the three of you, Hecate’s words touching some nerves. Her words echoed your father’s. You regretted your outburst in your latest dream because you could have used this opportunity to ask which one of his attributes was missing. That would have made one less question unanswered.

“Well.” She clapped her hands. “I should probably tell you, now that there’s no more ground means of transport to Wyoming —I mean, you’re not going to steal a car, are you?— you’ll need to use aerial transportation.”

“But how—” Felix started, but got cut off.

“Off I go. Remember, you have two days left to get back to camp safely. Good luck on your quest, demigods. I hope Tyche can lend you some.”

She disappeared in a cloud of Mist.

“If I didn’t feel good then, I definitely do now!” Jisung sarcastically smiled.

For the first time since you’ve known him, you realized Hecate was right about the guy. Behind all the jokes and smiles, he had a sadness in him that was hard to decipher. But you were aware now. Felix was visibly concentrating, eyes closed and face facing the sky.

“Do you want to talk about what Hecate said?” you suggested. “About sharing your—”

“Well, I’d love to, trust me, but I’m fine. But hey, it seems you were right. Yellowstone is a national park.”

Deciding prying wasn’t gonna help, you nodded and turned your head towards the sky. You noticed a faint dark form in the horizon. Squinting your eyes in an attempt to identify what was coming for you this time, Felix left out a relieved sigh, then a chuckle. You spotted the sweat on his forehead. A few seconds later, you recognized winged horses.

Three of them.

“Did you summon them?” you questioned Felix, who was grinning.

“One of my mom’s powers. I’m glad it worked.”

Two of them were white and one was brown. They came to a stop in front of you, the brown pegasus neighing, gently nuzzling Felix.

“Thank you for coming, guys,” he said as he scratched the horse’s head. He turned to Jisung and you. “Are you ready for a ride?”

After a few hours flying high in the sky, you could finally make out the mountain you had to go to. You were about fifty kilometers away from the destination when you heard screeching from behind.

Jisung whined. “Come on!”

“Dozens of Gryphons! We’ll have to fight!” Felix yelled.

He brandished his sword, turned around and lashed out at them. You followed, while Jisung kept his distance, shooting arrows at the dozens of enemies. Dusk was only a few minutes away. The sky’s colors —blue, purple, red, orange, yellow— looked peaceful and pretty compared to the fight that was breaking out under it.

Four monsters succumbed to your blade before another one planted its talons in your pegasus’ thigh as you slashed its right wing. You cursed under your breath when the winged horse squealed, pitching up while flapping his wings frantically. He was bleeding.

You almost fell, but managed to hang on his mane and kill the gryphon. Unfortunately, another one immediately took its place and pecked your mounting’s neck with its sharp beak. He was losing too much blood, the liquid staining his beautiful white coat.

As he was dropping altitude, you were slowly and painfully losing your grip on his mane. You were falling to your death together. But not without taking the monster with you.

You squeezed the pegasus’ flanks to keep balance and brought down your sword on the gryphon’s neck. It disintegrated. You thanked and apologized to your companion for a few hours, hugging his neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding and preparing yourself for the impact. However, he crumbled into dust a few hundred meters above the ground, leaving you free falling on your own.

Felix swooped your way on his brown pegasus and caught your waist. Your arms immediately wrapped around his torso. Jisung took down the last gryphon in your peripheral view. You started to smile, but the brown haired boy’s eyes widened. He shouted: “Look out!”

The actual last monster seized the pegasus’ gaskins with its claws and pulled them, making him go upside down. Felix and you fell face first off the winged horse, holding each other tightly. You couldn’t even see the gryphon butchering its prey. Jisung slayed the monster with a well-aimed arrow and sped up to catch you both.

He wasn’t quick enough. You were swallowed by the shadows, leaving the Apollo kid behind with a pegasus as confused and worried as he was.

seven.

Felix woke up in a cave with low light coming from torches dispersed on the walls. You were passed out on the floor but didn’t look injured, which was good.

He scanned his surroundings. It was a rectangular room with a door on the far left. It seemed like there was no one else with you. He sat on his legs, put down his sword and brought your head on his lap. He poured a little amount of nectar into your parted lips.

He felt a presence behind him, but was too late to act. The invisible form dragged him away from you, your head hitting the ground with a soft thud. He tried to fight back but got tossed head first in the dirt. With a grunt, he got on his knees and looked around, but there was no one. As he got up, he felt claws scratch his chest, ripping his orange shirt in the process. He yelped, took a knife out of his belt and aimlessly sliced through the air all around him.

He saw your body move. Thinking you were waking up, he let down his guard and ran to you. He tripped on something metallic and fell down. Looking behind him, there was just the muddy floor.

“Get on your knees,” a feminine voice ordered, her words resonating dangerously across the room. “Don’t move.”

He was now on his knees, facing you with a blank expression as if he wasn’t in control of his body anymore.

The first punch he received in the gut hurt like hell, but his face and body remained motionless like a doll. Then, he received blows on his ribs, his cheeks, his jawline. It was enough for him to faint. The pain was blinding him but he kept his eyes open. He watched, helpless, as you slowly stood up, glaring his way. No, you were looking somewhere above him.

“Show yourself, blood sucker, so I can make you pay,” your voice was calm yet threatening.

Keahi laughed, moving Felix’s face so you could see all the bruises she gave him. It was a bad idea on her part because you were now fully pissed. Seeing him like this… After what she did to your mom, you wanted to end her life so badly.

The ground blackened around you and the air dropped to freezing. A black flood of anger, pain, guilt and grief poured out of you in waves, hitting the monster and Felix. The latter experienced your worst memories. The pain, guilt and grief from the death of your mom, your hardships, the anger —no, hatred— you felt towards the empousa that made your life miserable.

“Stop this!” she taunted.

It seemed to get Felix out of his trance.

“Y/N…” he murmured and hit the floor.

All the pain he received in the last minutes knocked him out. This scene made you more furious, if that was even possible at this point. The waves became thicker and stronger, making Keahi loudly hit the nearest wall.

“You’re just a kid! You might be powerful, but not powerful enough to destroy me and my sister.” Desperation was evident in her voice. “If you keep going, you’ll kill the boy too.”

You went at it for several more seconds. It was hard to stop, you wanted her dead and your emotions took over your judgment. Although, one look at Felix’s limp body was enough for you to snap out of it.

You reached for your sword and threw it in her direction like a javelin. It planted itself in the wall. The empousa disintegrated and a golden ring fell on the floor. The waves stopped and the flood slowly dissipated. Before you could take a step towards Felix, you passed out again.

Jisung was patrolling from the air, alert for any movement on the mountain, without being certain you were even there. Several minutes later, he saw black smoke coming from a strange rectangle on the ground. Getting closer, he realized it was a hatch.

The pegasus landed on the floor next to it. Jisung dismounted and opened the hatch to a dark corridor. He waited for the dark Underworld stuff —meaning you were probably there— to disappear completely before venturing inside, his bow ready.

At the end of the damp corridor was a single door. He entered and found his friends’ bodies on the floor, a hand extended to each other’s direction. He flew to Felix’s side, poured nectar into his mouth, winced when he caught sight of his bruises and chest, then gave you the same treatment, relieved to see there weren't many physical injuries.

He didn’t want to leave any of you alone and he couldn’t move both of you at the same time. He was about to sit down when he spotted your sword in the wall. He grabbed the hilt and pulled it out with much effort. Something golden was on the floor so he picked it up. It was a golden ring.

Spoil of War? It didn’t seem like it, but how could he know? He wasn’t there. He put it in his pocket anyway. Felix opened his eyes and immediately went to your side. He reached for his backpack.

“I already gave her nectar.”

Felix’s head turned so fast his neck cracked. “You scared me!”

“Sorry.” Jisung walked over. “Let’s go, this place is creepy.”

The Iris kid was sending worried looks your way the whole time they spent carrying you outside. He related his version of the facts. How he was manipulated and hit by an invisible woman, experienced your pain, and passed out once the charmspeak wore off.

“It’s been a hell of a couple days, huh?”

“Tell me about it.” Fresh air and sunlight did Felix some good.

“Let’s sleep a bit before facing death again, shall we?” Jisung offered.

They took sleeping bags out of their backpack, Jisung with a bit more difficulty due to the lion’s pelt taking up most space. Both enveloped you in yours, then they argued on who should take first watch.

The brown haired boy won. He wasn’t injured and Felix visibly needed rest. He changed into a new t-shirt and insisted on being woken up a few hours later, though.

He dreamed he was in the same dark place again. The fire was cackling, lightening up the monster’s face and body. He was definitely terrified of her.

It felt like she was waiting for him. “Tomorrow we meet, demigod. Tomorrow, you die.”

He wanted to yell: “We’ll defeat you, like we did all our enemies until now.” but no sound could leave his lips.

“Oh, but they’re nothing compared to me,” she exclaimed like she heard his thoughts somehow. “Fighting me will make everything you endured so far feel like a walk in the park.”

That didn’t make him feel any better about the whole quest and their chance of survival. He was scared for his friends, for himself.

Hecate’s words replayed in his mind. “You’ll soon have to prove you can keep your distance, for your own sake.” Even if he thought his encounter with the empousa was a proof in itself, he felt dread. Something even worse was about to happen, he could feel it.

Felix woke up alert, but it was night.

“Jisung!” he complained, but he found him fast asleep next to him.

You, on the other hand, were awake, preparing a snack and humming an old song. You were so pretty with the sun lighting your hair and skin.

“Hello, Rainbow Boy. Here, eat this.”

You handed him toasts of cheese and an apple cut into quarters, but he just stared at you instead of taking them.

“Y/N,” he murmured like a whisper, a relieved sigh.

He engulfed you in a bone crushing hug, his nose buried in your neck. You hugged him back like you could, the food still in your hands.

“Are you okay? I was so scared.”

“I would be better if I could breathe,” you joked.

He apologized and let you go but stayed close, thanking you for the food.

“What happened back there? Do you know what monster it was?”

Your smile turned into a hard look. “None other than my mom’s murderer, Keahi.”

He reached for your hand, drawing smoothing circles on the knuckles with his thumb.

“I wonder how she made herself invisible. It’s not an empousa power,” he wondered.

“There was a ring.”

“A ring that makes its wearer invisible… Sounds familiar.”

“I have no clue where it is, though. Perhaps still in that cave.”

“Wait. King’s circle? Gyges was a king who found a golden ring in a cave. ‘Circle’ could mean the ring. Was it golden?” You nodded. “Then we need to get it back. It could help us on our next step.”

“No need,” Jisung yawned as he stretched, “I have it right here. Call me Bilbo Baggins.” He took the ring out of his pocket and gave it to you.

“You’re a lifesaver, I hope you know that,” you thanked him.

He smirked, “I do know, but being acknowledged is always appreciated.”

“So… If, hypothetically, I put this on…” you said, doing so. “I’ll become invisible.”

“You literally are, right now.” Felix tried to touch your shoulder but you weren’t there anymore.

You sneaked behind them and pressed a finger on their sides, watching them squirm and whine.

“OK, OK, sorry.” You took out the ring and threw it in Felix’s direction. “You should keep it.”

He had great reflexes, so he caught it easily. “Why me?”

“I already got the lion’s pelt and it’s taking way too much space, so a ring would be too much,” Jisung answered, shrugging innocently.

Rolling your eyes, you elbowed him. “You’re the best choice. You’re the most selfless out of us. I trust you.”

He wanted to argue but decided against it.

He trusted you too.

eight.

Jisung took a few minutes to say goodbye to his pegasus. He thanked him, stroked his mane and gave him a treat. Felix apologized for his companions, for which the winged horse nudged him and bowed before flying away.

“Before we go, I think I need to tell you guys something,” the brown haired boy mumbled.

Felix and you exchanged glances and offered him sympathetic smiles.

“Let’s sit,” he continued. Once you were, he took a deep breath and got into it right away.

He talked about his past. How, when he was seven, he lost his half brother in a car accident. How he ran away to the park near his house after an argument with his step dad, how his little brother went to look for him then. How he was busy pitying himself when he heard the crash. How he blamed himself for the whole thing. How he swore to never run off again because he didn’t want his mom to end up this way too. How he decided to bury his feelings and never speak of this, ever.

“Jisung… None of it was your fault,” you assured. “You were so young… I’m so sorry.”

“Ji, thank you for sharing this with us. We’re here for you. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Thanks guys… I had to tell someone before we went to our ultimate death.”

“No way you’re dying today, I won’t allow it. You’ll get back to your crush.”

“OK, chill Y/N, I don’t have a crush.”

“The redness on your face says otherwise, buddy,” Felix laughed softly.

Jisung had lessened his burden like Hecate had suggested, and it worked. He felt better, ready to move forward.

The sun was rising. You had to get to the mountain next to the one you were currently on. The only way now was by foot. And you had to be back by the end of the day.

Easy enough. No, it was definitely not easy.

But you had to try.

On your way to the monster, you explained the plan you fashioned to the boys while they were asleep. After a lot of complaining and no’s, they finally accepted it (mostly because they didn’t have better ideas). Although Felix refused to use the ring.

Three hours later, the boys and you finally set foot in the clearing. All around were old trees and, in the center, was a large cauldron on top of a bonfire. Next to it was a block of stone with a bronze helmet on top of it. So it was the helm. The monster was there, chanting in a language that resembled latin.

“Lamia,” Felix whispered, swallowing loudly.

“Ah! Children, at last,” Lamia exclaimed with a charming yet dark smile.

“We came for my father’s helm.”

“The same dad that abandoned you?”

It was true, you still resented him, but bringing everyone back safely was a priority.

“Yeah, I guess. It’s that one I presume?” you asked as you pointed to it.

“Busted,” Lamia laughed falsely before putting it on her head.

She became invisible and the fear emanating from the helm paralyzed the three of you.

It was unsure what exactly happened. Was it your survival instinct or were you more powerful than the helm itself? Whatever it was, you were able to parry the attack with your sword. There was no time wondering how you could manage that.

Without being able to see or hear where she was, you warded off every attack she threw. You were about to get the upper hand when she grabbed Felix’s mortified body. You could see it in his eyes.

“Your sister tried that and regretted it,” you spat.

Lamia reappeared when she took off the helmet, keeping it under her unused arm.

“She’s weak. I’ll make sure to let her know when she’s back.”

Of course monsters will always be back, no matter how much we slay them.

“You know,” she resumed, “your dad thinks he’s all mighty and powerful because he rules the Underworld. Yet his precious helm was too easy to steal. And he sends his beloved daughter to death for this?”

Her claws enveloping Felix’s neck and Jisung’s shattered breath gave you a hard time thinking about your next move. You couldn’t be reckless again.

You had to save them.

“Leave them alone. Let’s do this one on one.”

“Why would I accept your proposition when I have the upperhand, sweetie?”

You scoffed. “Come on now. Are you scared to face a kid? You’re acting all-powerful and invincible, but fighting me is too much?”

Her expression hardened. Pride touched.

Bingo.

Lamia shoved Felix on the floor, a vicious glare throwing daggers at you. You had to restrain yourself from jumping her right this instant.

Distancing her from your friends was vital. She put the helmet back on as you were moving around to cause her back to face them. Not wasting any time attacking, you slashed your sword here and there, not letting her ripost. However, you were getting tired. She took advantage and ripped your arm with her claws. You stumbled and closed your eyes, groaning.

“Already down? You’re making this too easy,” she mused after taking the helm off again.

Felix and Jisung regained their senses away from her. They were ready to fight. Jisung was bow ready and Felix was summoning light.

When you opened your eyes and got to your feet, you realized they were waiting for a sign. From you.

The pressure of leading was growing but you tried to bury it inside. You couldn’t deal with more anxiety at the moment. You focused on Lamia, who was grinning from a false feeling of victory, and shouted, “NOW!”

The three of you gave your all and hit her at the same time. As Felix struck her with blinding light, Jisung shot her in the back and you pierced her heart. You enjoyed her look of surprise when she disintegrated in a shrill scream. All that was left was the helm of darkness falling to the ground with a clang.

Clenching your arm, you fell on your knees. Felix engulfed you into a tight hug.

“This is gonna sound controversial, but I think that went well,” Jisung said as he picked up the helm.

“You must all be fools if you think you can take me down that easily,” a feminine voice taunted.

She was at the other side of the open space, Mist slowly dispersing around her. How did she do that? The marks on your arm were real, so when did she create the Mist? How could you not have seen it coming?

Realizing he actually didn’t have anything in his hands, Jisung quickly shot arrows her way but she managed to dodge them and put on the helmet. Felix couldn’t get up, fear keeping him grounded.

You witnessed, helpless, Jisung’s body being thrown across the clearing. Anger building up inside you, you got to your feet and charged.

Certainly you couldn’t hear or see her, but you could feel her. Probably due to your connection to the underground. But despite your best efforts, you couldn’t seem to have enough to wound her. It was almost as if she didn’t need the helm at all, like she could end you all with or without it. Like she only used it for extra fun.

Your limbs started to ache. Panting, you planted your sword on the ground. You could feel Lamia laugh triumphally.

Concentrating, you opened a crevasse that allowed skeletons to rise and surround the monster. They closed in on her, and eventually started attacking all at once. She effortlessly took them down one by one in an elegant dance.

There was only one thing left to do but your friends were here and the least thing you wanted was to hurt them.

“I have a question. Does your mom know what you’re doing? Aren’t you scared of retaliation?”

It was interesting enough for her to take the helmet off. “What are you talking about, mortal? Hecate does not care about whether you live or die today.”

Felix joined Jisung at the far end of the open space. It was now or never.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. She came to see us yesterday, you know. She might punish you later when I’m done with you.”

“I do not care about Hecate!” Her voice was trembling, though. “You’re irritating. I’ll deal with you first.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you whispered to yourself.

As she put the helmet back on for the nth time, the floor blackened. You let the flood of black smoke leave your body while the temperature dropped. It wasn’t as strong as when you faced Keahi, but anger and pain were still present. It affected her, but not enough to end her.

Felix analyzed the situation and summoned light, except he didn’t know where to hit. You tried your best to show him by sinking Lamia into the floor to her calves. The movement caught his eye. Rainbow sparks shot from the sky into her skin. You felt her scream in pain.

It still wasn’t sufficient. She was getting restless and you were getting desperate. What more could you do? It seemed to have worked the first time but it wasn’t real, how could you be sure it would work this time?

The flood was getting thicker, your hand tightening around the tilt of your sword. Of course, you could just try it again and if it didn’t work… then you would have tried until the end.

Breathing heavily, you walked up to her. Raising your sword, you whispered a “good bye” before slowly but surely pressing the blade into her heart.

Lamia didn’t just sit back. She yelled, sinking her claws into your chest and arms at the same time. You endured the pain but gasped when an arrow pierced through her neck and passed you by a few centimeters to finish its course in the nearest tree. Multicolored flames burned her too, until the helm of darkness fell to the ground in front of you.

“Y/N!” Felix ran to you. “No, no, no…”

Blood was dripping from the multiple claw marks. He caught you when your knees gave out, helping you down and maintaining your head on his hand.

“Jisung,” he desperately called, “you need to do something.”

“Already on it…”

Felix pressured on your shoulder wound with his free hand while the brown haired boy roamed through his backpack. Blood ran through his fingers.

“Stay with me, Y/N, please.”

You smiled faintly. “We won this time, right? That’s— that’s good.”

He brought you closer to him. “Yeah, thanks to you.”

“Move, loverboy,” Jisung ordered.

The Iris kid did as told but kept pressuring your wound. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

These were the last words you heard before fainting.

nine.

You woke up to a moving vehicle, your chest and arms tingling with every bump it rolled over. Jisung was talking to someone you couldn’t see, and Felix’s hand was intertwined with yours. More than that, you were seated next to each other, your head comfortably laid on his shoulder.

Jisung looked behind him and gave you a gummy smile. “Sleeping beauty’s awake at last!”

“Are you okay?” the boy next to you asked as you sat up straight.

You nodded and realized you were in a minibus. Unless you were mistaken, there was no vehicle whatsoever on the mountain last time you checked.

“Indeed! You needed a drive home. That’s where I came in,” a man said joyfully.

You blinked when you saw Apollo driving and waving you hello through the rear-view mirror.

“I had the brilliant idea to offer the lion’s pelt and the ring of Gyges to my dad and hoped he would grant us a little help to get back to Olympus safely and quickly,” he explained with a satisfied face.

It was exceptionally brilliant that he accepted.

During the rest of the road trip, Apollo was relating some of his adventures to whoever listened. The return was smoother than the outward, allowing you to rest a bit. The blonde boy had a worried face whenever he laid his eyes on you.

On Mount Olympus, Hades was here with the Olympian Gods, on his seldom used throne. His proud stare was weird to witness, especially when it was directed towards you. You gave him back his helm under Apollo’s loud praise for his ‘son and his companions’ bravery on this perilous odyssey’. The Gods thanked the three of you and got on with their immortal lives.

Iris winked at her kid, mouthing “I’m proud of you.” and they all left the palace.

You did the same, the boys walking to the elevator while Hades, who was following you, asked for a chat. You agreed, staying back to hear what he had to say.

“I know that blessing you with this much power made you a target. Honestly, I can’t take them back. But I know you’ll use them well. You proved during your journey that you were mature and strong enough. You’ve made me proud.”

Hearing these words filled you with a warm feeling, which you despised. It was too soon for you to warm up to him.

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for mom.”

He nodded in understanding. “She’s in Elysium you know? She wants you to live a long, fulfilled life before seeing her again.'' 

You were about to tell him you’ve known for years, but he turned around and left.

You thought about your mom, and how at peace she was right now. At that moment, you decided to let go of the negative thoughts obscuring your judgment and decisions. Your mom was waiting for you, and you intended to make her proud of you.

Jogging to your friends, you smiled, happy that was finally over. Obviously you knew more danger was coming, but you’d be okay as long as your friends were there with you.

ten.

Back at camp, the three of you were acclaimed, the respective head counselors of your cabins personally greeting each of you. They looked particularly proud. The fervor of the return having dissipated, you sat in the Big House with Chiron before dinner time, to relate your journey.

“So yeah, it turned out we had to get the helm of darkness back from Lamia,” you said.

“The piece of the way back was the lion’s pelt and the last challenge was in the Yellowstone national park in Wyoming,” added Jisung.

“The King’s circle was Gyges’ invisible ring,” Felix divulged.

“I’m glad you’re all back safely,” Chiron smiled.

“I have a question, though,” Jisung raised his hand. “Half-blood death. Did it not come through?”

“It did. Lamia was a demigod, daughter of Hecate and Queen of Libya,” Chiron explained, “she was turned into a monster by Hera.”

“Explains a lot,” you muttered.

Jisung returned to his crush friend from the Hephaestus cabin while Felix and you walked together to your cabins. During your little walk, the Aphrodite kid, AKA the pretty painter, came to see you. It shocked you to see him in front of you, and it shocked you even further to see the two greet each other like old friends.

“I’m glad you’re back, Felix,” he said, a genuine smile on his face.

“Thanks Hyunjin. I’m happy to be back.”

“Hello Y/N.”

He knows my name!! How does he know my name??

“Huh, hi…”

“Felix talks about you a—”

“That’s great,” the blond boy cut him off, ears reddening, “but we have stuff to do before dinner. Bye Hyunjin, see you around!”

“Lix,” you called as he rushed you to the cabins, “how do you know him?”

“We came to camp together. Why?”

Realizing he was ‘just’ a pretty painter for you and that you were more interested in Felix than him, you smiled sheepishly.

“Nothing, I never asked how or when you came to camp.”

“Oh, well, we were seven kids on the run after monsters attacked our school, and satyrs finally found us and brought us here. We were between six and ten.”

He stopped in his tracks when he realized you weren’t following anymore. When he turned around to face you, you hugged him, burying your face in his neck. He stroked your back affectionately.

“It must’ve been hard. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay, we made it without too many problems.”

After a good dinner and a wholehearted singalong, you ended up on the beach, eyes fixed on the stars. Hearing footsteps approaching, you only looked over when he sat next to you.

“Pretty cloudless sky, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “but the stars are prettier on your face.”

It was unknown which one of you was blushing more.

“Sorry—”

“Y/N—”

“You first,” you offered, hiding your face into your cold hands. Or was it your face that was hot?

“I came to a conclusion while on that awful quest,” Felix announced, folding his arms on top of his knees. He looked at the horizon. “I can’t bear the thought of losing you. Seeing you hurting tears me apart, and I think what Hecate meant by ‘my own sake’ wasn’t my safety, but rather my heart after seeing you suffer.” He sighed. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that… I love you, Y/N,” he finished, daring to turn your way.

He was met with you facing him and staring at him intently, tears forming in your eyes. “Felix… There are not enough words to express how much you mean to me. I literally cannot live without you. I love you so much.”

The embrace you two shared was worth a thousand words.

As you let go of each other, his eyes trailed on your collarbone, where a mark was visible above your orange t-shirt. You followed his gaze and touched your bruised skin. You locked eyes with him and smiled softly.

“These will make badass scars.”

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please let me know and here's the masterlist<3

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The Camp Half-Blood AU

No wars, no bloodshed, just teenaged demigods being teenaged demigods.

None of these are related to the actual canon events of PJO/HOO; I’ve just borrowed the world. None of these stories are interconnected, so feel free to read them in any order!

The Depths of Your Love 

Synopsis: After a fight with your boyfriend, you escape to the lake to clear your head. Or, you don’t deserve a boyfriend as loving as Chan.

Warning: mentions of weapons, scars, inadvertent self-harm

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: son of Poseidon!Chan x child of Ares!reader

Designer Eye Bags and Luxury Grenades

Synopsis: Minho is simultaneously the best and worst partner you could have chosen for the chariot race. Or, the epic highs and lows of demigod chariot races.

Warning: mentions and uses of weapons

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: son of Hermes!Minho x child of Hephaestus!reader

My Favorite Masochist 

Synopsis: As the lead healer, you frequently see Changbin for his wounds, and you don’t understand why he keeps hurt. Or, Changbin is an idiot, and you kind of are too.

Warning: mentions of weapons and bodily harm

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: son of Ares!Changbin x child of Apollo!reader

Smoke and Mirrors and A Lot of Fire 

Synopsis: Hyunjin has the ability to use charmspeak, and you are mystified by his insistence to not use it, so you plot to make him recognize his true potential. Or, you risk everything for someone you allegedly really aren't interested in. 

Warning: arson, fighting, mentions and uses of weapons

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: son of Aphrodite!Hyunjin x child of Hecate!reader

Strawberries Don’t Have Thorns

Synopsis: A trip to the strawberry field to find your hyperactive skeleton dog leads to more than you expect. Or, an introspective afternoon of strawberry picking with Jisung.

Warning: mentions of swords and sword fighting

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: son of Demeter!Jisung x child of Hades!reader

Shoot Your Shot! No, Not Like That!

Synopsis: You have had a crush on Felix for years and now have the perfect plan to tell him. Or, make the plan, execute the plan, expect the plan to go off the rails, throw away the plan.

Warning: mentions and uses of weapons

Word Count: 3.1k

Pairing: son of Apollo!Felix x child of Athena!reader

A Smart and Very Dense Cookie

Synopsis: You’re in love with Seungmin, or you will be at least. However, he’s making the “falling in love” part a bit difficult. Or, this is the start of an epic love story, and he doesn’t believe it yet.

Warning: none

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: son of Athena!Seungmin x child of Aphrodite!reader

Grape Soda, the Gateway Wine

Synopsis: When Jeongin comes to you for help with stealing a pegasus in the dead of night, of course you’re going to say yes. Or, how the Great Pegasus Heist goes wrong and potentially right.

Warning: stealing

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: son of Dionysus!Jeongin x child of Hermes!reader

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sweetkpopmusings masterlist !

updated: 12/08/23

seventeen

coworker headcanons

coming soon!

best friend headcanons

best friend vernon

best friend jeonghan

best friend wonwoo

best friend seungkwan

best friend joshua

boyfriend headcanons

boyfriend mingyu

boyfriend wonwoo

boyfriend vernon

boyfriend woozi

boyfriend minghao

boyfriend seungcheol

svt as soulmate aus

coming soon!

miscellaneous writings

first kiss with seventeen

how they feel before they know it's love

stray kids

coworker headcanons

coworker jeongin

coworker jisung

coworker minho

coworker bang chan

best friend headcanons

coming soon!

boyfriend headcanons

coming soon!

skz as soulmate aus

soulmate hyunjin

miscellaneous writings

valentine's day with stray kids

heart-fluttering moments with stray kids

stray kids as nephilim

monsta x

coworkers headcanons

coming soon!

best friend headcanons

coming soon!

boyfriend headcanons

coming soon!

ateez

coworkers headcanons

coming soon!

best friend headcanons

coming soon!

boyfriend headcanons

coming soon!

miscellaneous writings

ateez as demigods

tomorrow x together

coworkers headcanons

coming soon!

best friend headcanons

coming soon!

boyfriend headcanons

coming soon!

got7

got7 as poems from richard siken's "crush"

best friend headcanons

best friend mark

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straykids fic recs

a collection of fics that i’ve read and loved click here for txt and here for enhypen fic recs

ot8 / multiple members

room 404 (ongoing) 

the interview with the exes (ongoing) 

about love (ongoing)

being besties with hyunjin & jeongin (completed)

chan 

shitty fanfiction (ongoing)

before one a.m. (completed) 

minho 

between the lines (completed) 

ruin my life (completed) 

a fairytale that lasts (completed) 

symphony (completed)

youngblood (completed) 

misfits (completed)

the enemies to lovers project (completed)

changbin 

a fish out of water (completed)

hyunjin 

enemies-to-lovers!(demigod)hyunjin (completed) 

define it (completed)

words unspoken (completed)

black rose (completed) 

the valentine trials (completed)

backseat driving (completed)

candy hearts (completed) 

you’re laughing. i just bruised my ass and you’re laughing. (completed) 

the study of relationships (completed)

jisung 

bird is the word (completed)

felix 

how to know if your cat adores you (completed) 

make a wish (completed) 

give me a shot at the night (completed) 

perfect distraction (completed)

nights (completed)

behind the mask (completed)

seungmin 

you have a message (completed) 

hold my hand, kim seungmin! (completed) 

entangled (completed)

off season (completed)

jeongin

score a goal (ongoing) 

it’s not the end of the world (completed)

apartment 19 (completed)

public relations (completed) 

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Lost Soul (lx) ☯︎︎ (ATEEZ)

Lost Soul (lx) ☯︎︎ (ATEEZ)

PAIRING: Yunho x Ji Ah

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

GENRE: fantasy+pirate au; romance; mystery; adventure; action; angst; gore; mythology

<- 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 \\ 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 ->

You sat there behind the iron bars, listening to the creaking of the wooden ship as it swayed side to side. You stared up at the ceiling of the cell as you let out a sigh. Your eyes are burning from how much you were crying. You felt so hurt, so betrayed. They said he changed, they made you believe that he did only for your hopes to crumble back down again. 

You looked at the iron casts that were holding your hands together that were chained to the wall behind you. You heard the door to the holding room creak open. You tilted your head up as you looked through your hair that was in your face as you saw Kangdae walking towards your holding cell.

You rolled your eyes as you looked back down at your iron cast. “What’s with the long face, Aadya?” Kangdae teased as he let out a laugh. “What the hell do you want, you bastard?” You asked, not even sparing him a glance as you just softly hit the casts on the wooden boards under you. “I have a deal for you,” He said. You could feel the creepy grin on his face. It sent shivers down your body. 

“Either you can be publicly hanged in Orzart, or marry my son and make a demigod.” He happily said. You quickly snapped your head up to look at him with furrowed brows. “Orzart!? I thought-“ “No. Hongjoong’s father agreed to my wish. We’re heading to my hometown. But that is the unimportant matter, what will your decision be? The last immortal to die? Or make more of you so they don’t go extinct?” He chuckled.

You felt disgusted at him, your face cringing at how much he seemed to enjoy this. You clenched your jaw as you grind your teeth together in anger and disgust as you looked out the tiny window to the side of you that you had.

They opened the door and pushed you inside, making you trip over yourself as you fell to the floor. You turned your head to face the guards with furrowed brows as you stared at them with anger. “The tailor will be here shortly to do your measurements,” One of them said before shutting the door, locking it from the outside.

You groaned as you hastily stood up and went over to the window as you unlocked the hinges and looked down. It looks about 15 metres up. “If you’re planning on escaping, there’s no use,” You heard a voice call out to you from behind. You quickly turned around to look at the person.

You knitted your brows together as you looked at the man that spoke. You watched the figure walk out of the darkness that was stored away in the corner of the room. How creepy…

You examined his facial features. His cat-like eyes as they’re a lime colour with a hint of orange and yellow in the centre as you moved your gaze to his nose that was perfectly chiselled without any imperfections as you looked at his lips. They were beautiful plum pink lips. “It’s you...” You mumbled as you moved away from the window, making sure to close it before stepping closer to the male. 

He stopped in his spot as he watched your every move. “Hwang Hyunjin.” You said as a grin slowly grew on your face as you stopped in front of him. You looked up slightly at his gaze as you raised a brow. “What’s with that look on your face?” You asked him, noticing the doubtful and fearful look that was held in his glossy orbs. 

“Are you really...going to marry me?” He hesitated to ask, his eyes switching between each of yours as he waited for a response from you. Your one raised brow soon knitted together with your other as you looked at him with a puzzled look. “Are you really that foolish?” You scoffed as you backed away from him as you went to the wardrobe that was behind him.

“What do you mean am I foolish!? I am one selfless prince, far more different from the stupid rumours and forklores some village people come up with!” He yelled at you, dumbstruck by the sudden name calling towards him. You turned your head to face him, making his lips form a thin line on his face as he continued to stare at you with those fearful gazes. 

“Why would I marry someone I do not love? I only agreed so I can give myself more time to escape.” You told him as you opened the doors to his wardrobe as you looked inside. “Es….cape?!” He chuckled with sarcasm as he made his way over to you. “How are you even going to pull that off!? This castle is loaded with guards...guarding this place!” He explained to you, trying to make you come to reality instead of getting away. 

“Then what about you?” You questioned, pulling your hand out of the wardrobe as you stopped from what you were doing. “Huh?” He questioned back, flustered by the sudden question. “Do you even want to get married?” You specified the question as you turned your body to look at him. He was taken aback. 

You suddenly lifted up your hand, showing him what you had grabbed from the wardrobe. His eyes widened at you. “I-“ He began but you quickly interrupted him. “You already have a lover, and I can tell you’re not doubtful or fearful because of me being immortal, but you feel that way because if anything or everything goes wrong, she’ll die, huh?” You said, quickly putting everything together as you looked into his eyes as they began to sadden more and more as you continued.

“They took her and locked her up, huh? Where, I’ll get you both out and to safety, but you have to trust me.” You said to him, setting the picture back into the wardrobe as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders, your fingers wrapping around him as you lightly massaged his shoulders with your thumbs.

“If you can’t trust me, then forget ever seeing her again,” You told him honestly as you watched the change of emotion in his eyes. “Is everything that Tagyla said about your kind, true?” He asked, staring into your eyes as he lingered for your response.

You frowned, the false accusations that they fed everyone around the lands. “Why would we sacrifice those we gave our everything to? They asked and wished and we gave them.” You sighed with frustration as you crossed arms and stared into his eyes. “There’s a reason why Daejoong hates my kind…” You mumbled to him, walking over to the bed as you sat down.

He followed you and sat next to you, wanting you to continue. “Long ago before I was even born…” You began.

Auna and Gargon—the parents of Aadya and Aion—were on the island Tagyla minding their own business as they watched and protected the mortals that were doing their own business. Something though disrupted them, a scream about 6 metres away from the centre of town drew their attention. 

They rushed to the commotion, wanting to see if they could deal with it and sort through it. Once they reached where the scream came from, they noticed a few people gathered around a single man. “Give it up, you can always get another gold piece like the other times.” One of the men said as they tossed the yellow-orange coloured metal to one of the other male.

“Please, I need that for my family! I promise, I’ll pay you back once I get more!” The man pleaded as he tried to grab his gold but got grabbed by his shoulders by two men as they pulled him back, holding him back from getting his gold. “You no good thieves! Judgement day will fall on you all, especially you and your family Kim Baesin!” The man yelled as he tried to get out of the grip of the men.

“Lee Sangmin, you sure don’t get it. I don’t care if I kill anyone, as long as I get my money from you.” The man snickered as he pulled out a knife from his holster that was in the back of his pants. Gargon noticed as he quickly walked over them, grabbing the weapon as he stood between the two. 

“Now what in the heavens is going on?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow. “Who the hell are you?” The man that had the knife asked as he looked at Gargon. Aadya’s father simply smiled as he crushed the blade in his hand. “A protector,” Gargon said as he held his hand out. 

“Now, can you place this man’s gold in my hand?” He asked as he kept a calm composure. “What the…tsk! Go to hell!” Baesin yelled as he reached and grabbed his musket from his holster. 

He pointed it at Gargon and quickly shot the weapon. Gargon quickly moved his head, but wasn’t as quick since the musket shot grazed the left side of his face. It soon went quiet as Gargon and Auna stood there as they tried to comprehend what just happened.

“Mortal…” Auna suddenly said, speaking up for the first time with her soothing voice. Wings suddenly sprouted out of her and Gargon’s back. “What the…” Baesin gasped. “It’s…it’s the Gods!” One of the men said, quickly letting go of Sangmin as they bowed against the ground. 

“Judgement day has already come forth for you, Kim Baesin. Not only did you sin on taking Lee Sangmin’s money, but you all defied and attacked the God’s.” Auna spoke as she looked at him. “You will be held against your crimes, and so will your crew. The punishment will be seeked of sunrise tomorrow,” She continued, using her powers to arrest Baesin and his goons. 

“Papa…!”

“Wait! I didn’t know, please! Forgive me and my sins, I’ll do better!” Baesin begged, trying his best to go against Auna’s powers and stay put. “Please! Forgive us!” The others soon followed. “I have a son! Please! I’ll do anything!” Baesin pleaded.

“Papa..?”

“A child..” Both Gargon and Auna mumbled. “Yes! Please let me see him once again!” Baesin begged as tears slowly filled his eyes as he stared at the two. Auna slowly flapped her wings as she glided across the air to Baesin and looked down at him. “Of courtesy for your child, I’ll accept your wish. Before your punishment you will be allowed to say your final farewells to him,” She said as she slowly glided down as she stood in front of him.

Her wings tucked behind her before she used her powers and made them walk to the jailhouse to be locked away until morning.

“Papa…”

“Baesin, you have a visitor,” A guard spoke as his voice woke up the male. He turned to look at him as he nodded his head. The guard unlocked his cell as he handcuffed him. Locking the cell once again, the guard led him to a different room and sat him down in front of a little boy.

“You have five minutes, use your time wisely,” The guard spoke before walking away and standing at attention by the door. Baesin sighed before he looked at his son. “Papa what’s happening?-” The little boy questioned but Baesin stopped him as he spoke. “My son, listen clearly to what I’m going to tell you,” He began.

The boy nodded his head before Baesin continued. “I won’t be with you any longer as I’m sentenced to death. The Gods and Goddesses are at fault, they don’t show or know sympathy. They are only killing me and my crew for their own greed, to offer us for their immortality,” He spoke. The boy's eyes widened as he stared at his father. 

“That can’t be true, they are here to keep our world safe and balanced-” He tried to explain to his dad, but stopped once his dad shook his head. “That’s what they told me when they took me. They said they are happy with our sacrifice for their immortality! Son! Understand you need to get vengeance for me!” He yelled. The guard took notice as he quickly walked over to him. 

“That’s enough, you’re going back to your cell!” He yelled as he began to drag him away. “Son! Tell everyone, everyone must know! Become the ruler of the oceanic islands and tell everyone the truth! Kim Daejoong! My son! You must!” He yelled before getting dragged back to his cell. 

“Come on kid, let me take you back to your mother,” Another guard said as he took the kid who had a baffled and blank look back home. “Of course father…anything for you,” The boy muttered.

“…and like how my parents said, Kim Baesin got hanged with his crew when the sun finally rose.” You finished as you looked at Hyunjin. “So, this was all the doing of the Daejoong’s father? Because your parents didn’t listen and give him a second chance?” He knitted his brows together.

“An entity from above can tell when one lies,” You spoke as you looked away and out of the window you were at earlier. Hyunjin kept quiet as he thought about the story you told him, the truth behind the whole ‘sacrifices Gods make with human lives’. “Ryon Hasun…that’s her name. They locked her in the dungeon of this place,” Hyunjin finally spoke.

You looked over at him as you nodded your head. “I’ll make sure I get her out and you both together and off this island,” His eyes widened at your remark. “Wh-What!? You can’t, this place is-” He began but got caught off. “I’m a Goddess, I have powers,” You explained. “If you can help me use them again I’ll be in your debt.” You said as you grabbed his hands. “You have my oath,” You finished as you stared into his beautiful eyes.

He stared back into your eyes as he slowly smiled and relaxed as he nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll help you.” He said as he quickly pulled you into his chest and hugged you tightly. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” He exclaimed before suddenly stopping as there was a knock on the door. 

You both turned towards the direction as you saw someone walk in. “Ah! Am I ruining something?” A male exclaimed as he closed the door behind him. “Oh, Chan hyung!” Hyunjin greeted as he stood up and walked over to him. “She said she’ll help me!” Hyunjin smiled, making Chan widen his eyes as he looked at you. “R-Really!?” He asked in disbelief. “He has my full oath as a Goddess,” You bowed. 

Chan looked back at Hyunjin and smiled before going over to you. “Well, I was supposed to measure you…looks like we’ll have to come up with some sort of plan, hm?” He questioned as he raised a brow and brought out a measuring tape. You nodded your head before standing up. “Shall we?” You asked with a smile.

<- 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 \\ 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 ->

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                     Ayden Hwang, who is known by no other name,                                         a 22 year old son of Inari.                      He is a photojournalist at The Phoenix Rises.

FC NAME/GROUP:  Hwang Hyunjin / Stray Kids CHARACTER NAME: Ayden Hwang AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: March 20, 2000 PLACE OF BIRTH: Seoul, South Korea OCCUPATION: photojournalist at The Phoenix Rises, game streamer,  freelance artist HEIGHT: 179cm DEFINING FEATURES:

Lithe figure, average frame, is difficult to gain weight. Rather slender arms and legs yet implied potential power and agility, the legs are longer than torso, broad, slightly sloped shoulders; fair complexion; smooth thick hair, foxy facial features

Fox ears and tail, off-white fur with a reddish tint at the tips, able to be hidden at will, either disappear or covered with items when needed.

PERSONALITY: In short, Ayden is the personification of a dream. A chaotic, boisterous, confusing, intriguing, haunting dream.

You have him, then you don’t. You see him, then a moment after, you won’t. This young demigod was born to be the ruler of himself, abiding by no law but his own codified constitution, limited by no one but his own imagination. Wild, unruly, scandalous, a flame that attracts quite a lot, yet keeps none.

Through art, Ayden is determined to imprint his marks on the world. Creativity oozes out from every pore on his body, soaking him in ideas and images and colours and some other ideas, spinning him around in its manic twirls. That is a fountain he himself cannot stop, a curse that he is more than willing to bear with, as long as he is allowed to create something, anything, Ayden is happy. Inspirations speak to him from even a broken cobblestone on a long-forgotten path, then trap him behind the closed door of his humble studio, where nights and days will be exhausted for another artwork to be born.

He loves arts in all forms. They are his escapes. But in connections with fellow humans does his vitality fueled and burn the brightest. He loves people as a collective, but also loves them as individuals, even though conversations may wear him out much faster than a whole week of non-stop working on a project will ever be able to.

This young man, flirty, promiscuous, charming, deceitful, entertaining, ridiculous, a dream come true, a nightmare, a disaster, a friend, a lover, an enemy; just give him the label, and he will proudly wear it on his face. Just don’t call him a liar when he says he loves you, or someone, or something. Do trust that at the moment he says he loves something or someone, he means it. But will that confession remain true tomorrow, or even in the very next moment, Ayden will never have the bravery to foretell.

HISTORY: [Trigger warnings: violence, language, child abuse, brainwashing, arson, juvenile delinquency]

To most living beings, life began at birth. To Ayden Hwang, it started at an ungodly hour on the well-lit Las Vegas Strip, under the red flashing lights of a casino’s electronic sign.

A sixteen-about-to-turn-seventeen running away from home, who had just barely escaped the claws of a friendly middle-aged he had hitchhiked by stabbing him in the eyes with his own nails. Thank Lord, he still remembered to grab his humble backpack before surging the hell out of the car and towards the moving crowds across the street. The outfit he wore helped with the blend-in, but the way he clutched the backpack’s handle so tight crescent marks carved into the softness of his palm expelled him from normalcy.

And that was how his life began.

The Internet was definitely the most valuable innovation ever made in the entire history of human evolution. For the first few weeks of settling down in the other end of Nevada, fan donations for his game live streams channel, along with occasional extra doughs from the digital arts he put on Amazon, was his life-saver. But in order to give his financial a more solid foundation, Ayden found himself doing what most people in his situation would do.

Odd jobs, odd working hours, odd clients, odd bosses, nothing really bothered Ayden, as long as he got enough money for his stomach, his tiny apartment, and his endless demand for art supplies.

Among the plethora of jobs he picked up along the busy streets of L.A., Ayden stumbled over his old dream. The very first dream that he had as a four-year-old orphan, the one that had been packed in his humble luggage to his foster parents’ house - a charming small mansion in the upper-middle-class suburbia that just a few years later, he had made a plan to run away from.

Poor boy, he once believed that his foster parents adopted him because they found his foxy ears and tails were cute, that they genuinely loved him for himself. Those two mad scientists, or just mad, indeed liked it when Ayden expressed himself - ferociously, desperately, his fox ears bristled, foxtail curled, screams and tears scratched against his delicate throat, taking his soft voice.

“It was just a bad dream, dear.” The ‘parents’ would explain after every time he woke up on his bed the next morning. Yes, it was a nightmare, nothing seemed to be real, except for the fact that there were nasty scratchy feelings in his throat, and he couldn’t say a complete sentence without his voice wobbling and cracking every three syllables for a whole week.

Ayden found his comfort in white sheets and colourful crayons. Art classes were the real recesses, and art clubs were his safe haven. He was often noticed to linger around the school’s art studio until the school guard had to threaten to call his parents if he kept refusing to go home. Some friends knew, some teachers offered some help, but all were kept an arm-length away by the connections that bound their fates together. Blood is thicker than water.

“But you’re not my blood.” That statement seemed to ignite the lighter on his hand, and he let the well-fed wrath inside do the rest of the revenge.

He didn’t dare to look back when the flame coming from inside the mansion lightening up the street corner. No, the so-called parents weren’t inside, but all of what they were living and dying for were. Except him, their biggest secret, their groundbreaking experiment, their lifetime achievement.

—

“Why do you keep painting this room?”

Jason once asked while looking at the latest finished work by Ayden, his ex-model and now apprentice. On the canvas was a bedroom, walls and furniture were of subtly different shades of white, leaving the spotlight for a painting of greyish-dark blue clouds hanging beside the curtained window.

“It’s my first heaven.” Ayden wasn’t sure if that was the answer given to his mentor, but if that wasn’t exactly what was said, then it should be a good imitator.

Jason then patted his head - this, Ayden could never forget or got it tangled up in any other moments they shared. The artist’s delicate fingers left feather tenderness on the top of his head, allowing the outer side of his thumb and little finger to brush against the soft, often twitching ears before getting back to their favourite positions - on the older man’s hips.

“I know a place,” Jason said, after an oddly long period of silence, probably the longest one Ayden had seen stretching between them after he showed his mentor one of his works.

“You know a place that…?” As impatient as his late adolescence commanded him to be, Ayden prompted, his ears perked up and eyes widened in anticipation.

“I know a place that, I think, can be your second heaven.”

To most living beings, life began at birth. To Ayden Hwang, it started, or more like re-started, at the end of the magical bridge leading, at his first step on the magical island named Mount Phoenix. Whether it would indeed become his second heaven as his dear mentor had predicted, Ayden believed that only time could tell.

PANTHEON: Japanese CHILD OF: Inari POWERS:

Enhanced agility: Agility is beyond peak human potential, but not to the god-rank level. Able to do many gymnastic, athletic and martial implements with little to no effort.

Enhanced Smell: Can use nose to identify persons, objects, substances from miles away and track down targets. This ability will be affected by common cold, flu, or other respiratory diseases.

Enhanced Hearing: Can hear and distinguish different sounds and noises, for example, how many people are involved in a conversation from a few miles away, also can locate and track down the source of noises. The downturn of this ability is that he’s easily distracted and get stressed out by noise pollution. It’s also challenging for him to have a good night’s sleep.

Shapeshifting: Able to shapeshift into a kit fox for a maximum of half an hour. This transformation demands lots of physical and mental strength, Ayden rarely taps into it if it isn’t for a do-or-die situation.

Fox-fire Manipulation (undiscovered): Able to generate and manipulate fox-fire in form of literal fire and light. Fire and light are usually expelled from his tails.

STRENGTHS:

Creativity is in his blood. He’s a prolific artist, and can do well in most activities, jobs, or projects that require new ideas or lateral thinking.

He is an empath with great intuition, the type to instantly get the vibe when he walks into a room or at the first glance at someone.

He can be a great friend and not easy prey. Once he finds out that his love is betrayed or his kindness is exploited, he can and will be the best enemy one might ask for.

WEAKNESSES:

Extreme mood swings are his second nature. Will probably choose violence even after two full mugs of industrialized coffee in the morning. Sweet, easy-going, loveable Ayden is like a fun time, usually happens after dusk.

He is terrible at handling his anger, especially when being disrupted while focusing on his work. He is the type of coworker who will have a sign read “I don’t care if you’re dying. DO NOT DISTURB.” in A0, font size 100 stuck on his work desk. But he is also the type of coworker who barely, if ever, found at his work desk, so, good luck!

Please don’t take it personally if he spends a whole day glueing himself on you, then disappear for a whole week. Or weeks, or months, or even years. He will come back. Or he won’t. Even he himself can’t tell, so, again, good luck!