my oh my ((one-shot))

Cernunnos was walking along the streets of London smoking a cigarette. it might've been about two in the morning. He honestly didn't have a clue. How long was he out of the house? All he remembered from the past few days were random blurs. Okay, so maybe he tried to get into the pants of a friend's father, so what? Okay. Scratch that. The list included the grandfather of a former classmate. Scratch that as well. He also tried to seduce his own father. What the fuck was wrong with him?

It was obvious he was one major hot mess. It was bad enough that he was an escort at age 14. It was bad enough he almost got engaged to some billionaire at 14. It was bad enough that he had the hots for his father for a long time. Why was he a hot mess? Who the fuck knows. Was it out of spite? Out of spite for what? Out of spite for murdering his mother as soon as he came out of the womb? Quite a blow, maybe. He couldn't help how he had been told quite a bit that he looked just like his mother. he just couldn't help that. Did he want his father to feel bad for killing her? That was something he didn't know.

He was attracted to his father. He had that pushed to the back of his mind. Why would a guy be attracted to his own father though? Cernunnos sighed and sat down on a nearby sidewalk looking around him. It was empty. Sure, he could probably hear the bass of some nightclub, but that didn't phase him any. What the fuck was he doing with his life? What the fuck is he going to do with his life? How different would his life be had his mother been alive? Fuck.

Cernunnos looked down at his knee seeing a cigarette burn. Oops. He definitely shouldn't have held his cigarette to close to his body. He rubbed his tired eyes causing eyeliner and mascara to be smeared across his face. How fun. He ran his hand through his hair picking out quite a bit of glitter that had gotten caught in it. Letting out a groan, the Slytherin blew out the cigarette and threw it on the ground and proceeded to stomp on it. That was oddly satisfying.

Getting up, he began to try to walk again. feeling a firm hand on his shoulder, Cernunnos turned around.It was his father.

"Father..."

He fell down.

It was a few hours later, and he woke up in the comfort of his own bed. Rubbing his eyes, he let out a yawn.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He watched as his father entered the room. What even was going on? Cernunnos slowly began to sit up as his father proceeded to sit on the bed beside him.

"Oh, Cernu," he said as he wrapped his arms around his son. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Cernunnos looked at his father. "What happened..?"

"I have no clue, but I'm just glad that you're alright. I was seriously afraid that you weren't able to make it. You still need some more potions though so you're back to your usual shape."

He looked at his arm. "Father... What is this thing on my arm? Did I drunkenly get a tattoo without realizing it?"

Odysseus looked at his son's arm and felt the mark. He gave a concerned look.

"Dad? Is everything okay?"

No response.

Cernunnos let out a sigh. "Father?"

"You've been marked."

"Marked? marked by what?"

Odysseus looked away briefly. "That is, unfortunately, something I don't know. If I did, I would tell you. I'm so sorry."

Cernunnos looked at the mark again. he had no clue what it was, but all he knew it didn't seem like a good sign if his father was right.