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savnofilter · 4 years

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My Hero Olympus

Hades!Dabi x Persephone!Reader (Lore Olympus AU)

Chapter 1 summary: Y/N - or as you know, “Persephone” is the new goddess introduced to the modern world of god’s and goddesses. How well does she adjust to the change and meet new people?

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Why wasn't she picking up?

Did he do something wrong?

Did he forget something important?

Touya sighed heavily, his rough hands rubbing his face frustratingly over his ceased and stressed face, taking a deep sigh to forget the feelings and wash it away. She must be as upset as he was to not be answering his calls right?

Wrong.

Toga grinned watching as the third notification rolled at the top of her screen to indicate that she had missed his call once again. She poured herself another expensive glass of the Olympian bottle of champagne he had gifted her, eyes expectantly watching the phone to see if he would call again. But she didn't care, she tried to convince herself at least. She wanted to string him along and make him want her. Need her the way she so desired to be chased after.

Her heart lightly sunk as it takes a few pregnant moments for him to call again; and hell she even called him back first. She rolled her eyes angrily feeling happy when she saw his bitch-ass calling again.

So, of course, she had to pick up.

"Hi, Touya-"

"Where the hell are you? Why aren't you picking up?" Touya practically seethed into the phone, hand gripping it so tightly as he honked his horn another time to get her attention. "I can see you're in your damn bathroom. The light is on."

"Hm? Sorry, I forgot. I had such a busy day today. I'm heading to bed early." She lamely excused looking at her nails. A cocky smirk adorned her face as she felt herself become happy at his distaste. "Too tired to be seen with you tonight," Her eyes flickered to the window, hearing another honk that signified he was growing rather impatient. "Just because the mortal world doesn't know that you're a god, it doesn't change the fact that you stink of death."

"Come on Y/N, the dress looks fine!"

"Are you sure it's not too short? I don't want to look like I don't fit in -- maybe I should just stay home?" She mumbles looking at the gold, strapless, dress that her roommate had forced her to wear. A soft blush adorns your cheeks as you sigh, feeling no comfort in the dress. Each time you'd tug the dress down, her breasts threatened to spill out -- once you tried pulling it up it dangerously rode up too close to your butt for your liking.

'Rumi was nice enough to lend me it so why not?'

"You sure I'll fit in Rumi? What if everyone thinks I'm some stupid village girl…"

Rumi pouts at her low self-esteem, checking herself in the mirror as well. Her eyes looked past the mirror, watching as her friend tried on the dress, smiling a bit at how cute she looked in it. She turns to look at Y/N, the aforementioned girl looking back at her with an almost pitiful stare.

"Come on Y/N, no one's going to think that. You look amazing! I'll make sure to stay under the radar okay?" She promises, holding up their ceremonial pinky, grinning once Y/N lifts hers as well.

"One drink, then we can go right?"

"One drink, and I can go right?"

"Oh come on what's the rush?! You're usually drinking us under the table!" Natsuo nudges him, giving him a knowing look.

Shouto scoffs as his brothers converse, looking over the party before joining in. "The nymph that hangs on his arm, right?" His eyes narrow sassily over at his older brother, a smug look threatening to cover his face as Touya rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"Whatever is going on in my love life isn't your business-"

"I bet she left your ass with blue balls huh?!" Natsuo teases, chuckling as he pulls his brother close to him and slinging his arm around his shoulders giving him an unneeded nuggy, much to his older brother's chagrin. He rolls his eyes grumpily and moves away from his younger brother's arm, trying to fix himself up.

"I'd rather you not talk about my balls or ass for the matter-"

"i'D rAtHeR yOu NoT tAlK aBoUt My BaLlS oR aSs FoR tHe Mat- Shouto... what is he doing here?" Natsuo seethes spotting the unsightly fool prance around the dance floor, eyes burning with boiling rage making eye contact with Denki. He freezes upon seeing the ingrate, eyes sharpening down on him and grabbing the railing as he leans over the edge to bark down at him. "Out! Get the hell out -- MOVE ALONG DENKI!" He snarls, scaring the mortal just as he had expected.

"A-Alright, alright, J-Jesus! I just wanted to party-"

Kaminari stops his sentence, bumping into someone as he tries to flee the scene. He looks back seeing the spill, quickly panicking as he tries helping her, only riling Natsuo up even more.

He turns to his brother with a clenched fist, ready to munch Shouto's head off as he gets infuriated.

"Look at him! Messing up once again! This is why we don't invite him places!" Natsuo continues to complain, blowing a head at his words too. “Jesus?! Jesus?! Do you know where you are!”

Touya couldn’t bother to care for his brother’s fretting, his attention solely focused on the poor victim that had run into Denki's clumsy and stupid streak. He watched as Kaminari delicately helped you up, Rumi quickly coming in to defend you, another deity ready to rip the poor mortal to shreds. But even with the scene unfolding before him, he couldn't deny the weird thump in his heart. This new… goddess? Gave his heart a weird lump in his throat and a strong bump in his chest he couldn’t shake off.

"Who… who is that?" He asks breathlessly, pupils dilated as he reaches into his coat pocket and fishes for his glasses fixated on your face. Shouto turns his head to face him, ignoring Natsuo's annoyed tyrant.

"Oh, that's Kendo's daughter. Goddess of Spring."

"Daughter? Since when did she have a daughter…" Touya mumbles watching with keen interest watching you socialize with Artemis. Shouto discreetly stiffens at the thought, holding back the roll of his eyes as he watches down as well. "I've never seen her before."

Shouto pauses before his eyes meet with his older brother's. He takes a sip of gold champagne from his glass and finishes what's left of the concoction in the glass. "It's… complicated." Shouto starts to explain, resting it on the tray of a passing waiter and thanks to him before continuing. Shouto mumbles as he starts to think, "Kendo thinks I'm 'morally corrupt’. I am not sure how? But I must have I done something to upset her…” he trails off with his chin resting on his fingers, looking up and forgetting about the conversation at hand as he starts to ponder.

“Go on…”

“Oh yes…” He pipes a bit as he continues his answer. “she opted out from bringing her to Olympus and kept her in the Mortal Realm to keep her busy with her duties." He scoffs looking back down at her along with the three other creepers. "She's always been over protective of Persephone, I'm surprised she let her move to the city."

A pregnant silence fills between them, both Natsuo and Shouto's attention moving elsewhere to watch over as Touya keeps a quiet eye on you. He lightly smirks pulling his glasses back into his coat pocket as he chuckles to himself.

"Sure as hell puts Aphrodite to shame."

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cabinofimagines · 4 years

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A Good Scare (Leo Valdez xF!Reader)

A/N: I took longer bc I’m playing among us with my friends sorry lmao Anyway feel free to leave me more spooky requests!! -Danny

Words: 1,220

Request: Can I request a Leo x fem!reader where she decorates Bunker 9 like a haunted house to scare the bejeeses out of him?? Super fluffy and cute and while he is scared at first, he also ends up scaring her and ends with a kiss? Pretty please and thank you! Happy spooky season!

Halloween was a special time for you, mostly because you can be as batshit crazy as you want and people won’t judge you. It’s all about the intention, really, considering your life is already a horror story, at least you can make fun of the silly stories the mortals create to pass the time.

This year though, you’re celebrating with a purpose: Scare your boyfriend.

He told you stories about how he’d dress up and mess with the other kids at foster care (nothing too wild, just pure innocent pranks) and even though he wasn’t a big fan of going door to door asking for candy -mostly because monsters would usually ruin the experience- he was a huge fan of old horror movies. The classics, you may call them.

So of course, what says classic more than a haunted house?

You got tons of help, not only because the place is too huge to cover on your own, but because you discovered most of the campers were quite fond of the festivities. Maybe it had to do with the fact that being demigods in camp, Christmas wasn’t really a big deal, so Halloween was one thing you could celebrate without upsetting the Gods, (and trust me, they get upset easily).

When you finished the decorations you couldn’t help but feel proud, everything looked terrifying, in a good-bad way. The plan was to wait until Leo showed up, and once there Festus would jump out from a massive pile of fake bones, throwing fire onto the air.

You were giddy the whole day, hinting Leo about having a surprise for him back in bunker nine. He seemed excited too, thinking that maybe it had to do with a new set of tools or a surprise dinner date. Those were great.

He wasn’t disappointed when he discovered that wasn’t the truth. Instead, he looked around with his mouth agape, a glint of excitement reaching his gaze.

“Y/N, this looks so cool!”

“I know!” You exclaimed proudly. “I got tons of help, in exchange we’ll be hosting a party here tomorrow, so you better prepare a good costume.”

“That sounds like a win-win situation,” He grinned. “Can I look around?”

You smirked, trying to remain calm as if that wasn’t exactly what you’d been expecting to hear.

“Sure!”

You guided him through the main area, the work tables had been pushed to the side with the exception of a few that would be used the next day to put food and drinks, and some other that had fake corpses on them.

“What’s that?” He pointed to the pile of fake bones.

“Oh, nothing,” You shrugged. “Bunch of props that we couldn’t place elsewhere, maybe tomorrow I’ll put them away.”

“I mean, they kinda look cool here,” Leo walked up to them, examining the pile. “We could grab a few and place them outside the big house– Oh! We could put some outside Hades’ cabin! Bet Nico will love that,” He laughed.

“Bet Nico will love to kick your ass if you do it,” You chuckled.

When Leo bent down to pick up a fake skeleton, Festus erupted from the pile in its own glory, he even added a few dramatic growls and screeches as he shot up fire like a maniac.

Leo let out a terrified scream, he fell on his butt and squirmed away from the pile, the top of his head and his shoulders burst into flames too.

You doubled in laughter, having to support yourself on the table next to you and wishing you could’ve filmed his reaction for later.

“Well done, Festus!” You exclaimed in joy, Festus let out a puff of smoke through his nostrils like a satisfied puppy.

“Wasn’t funny!” Leo exclaimed from his place on the floor, patting the flames on his shoulder so his shirt wouldn’t get all ruined. “I can’t believe you agreed to this, Festus– I’m the one who feeds you, man!”

Festus let out something close to a purr, shaking in a way that looked like laughter.

“Don’t be mad at him, I bribed him,” You stepped closer, still giggling. “Lots of tasty hot sauce and promised to take him out for a ride next weekend.”

You offered your hand to hand and Leo took it with a scowl. He stood up -discretely trying to rub his butt so it would stop hurting- and the tiniest hint of a smile appeared on his face.

“It was a good one, I’ll admit that.”

“Thank you, I’m quite proud,” You beamed.

Leo grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer for a moment, kissing your lips lovingly.

“So, that party,” He smirked. “Any fun plans in mind?”

***

“The cups are over there!” You told your friends as they entered the bunker, looking around with the same shocked expression Leo had the day before. “And the food is on the next table, have fun!”

The party was a huge success, and the costumes were extremely creative and fun to see, you didn’t make a contest out of it because you thought it would take all the fun away, besides, the younger kids couldn’t match the skills of the oldest, so it was only fair that this first Halloween party would remain entertaining and fun for everyone.

You liked the sound of that, having a party every year could be fun, especially when everything in your life was always changing, something as carefree as a party that would happen every year felt like the right kind of constant.

Leo wasn’t around, but you assumed he was somewhere making sure the guests were happy, after all, he was the life of all parties.

“Hey, Y/N!” Piper called out to you. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“This way!” You guided her to the first hall on the left, three doors deep into the poorly lit space you found the door. “Here…”

You opened the door abruptly, a bloody figured jumped out of the shower, a fake chainsaw being thrown at your face.

You let out a squeal, backtracking and pressing against the door.

Piper cackled behind you, Leo took off the mask, tears of laughter falling down his cheeks as he leaned on the sink, throwing the chainsaw to the floor.

“Gods, I think you just defeated Pan for the most panicky screech ever,” Piper snorted.

“I’d say I can’t believe you teamed up to scare me, but I do believe it,” You frowned. “You guys suck.”

“You mean to say that we succeeded with high marks,” Leo smirked. “C’mon, admit it was a great scare!”

A smile threatened to break your grumpy attitude, you crossed your arms and bit your lip.

“Where did you get the fake blood?”

“It’s cough syrup!” He exclaimed happily, “I’ll be stinking like a drugstore for the rest of the night.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head.

“Okay, it was a great prank,” You pulled him towards you and kissed the tip of his nose. “Can we go back to the party now?”

Leo stared at you with an adoration that kinda looked creepy with his clothes drenched in fake blood.

“You’re really lucky to have a girlfriend that like me that loves to get scared, you know?”

Leo laughed, kissing the top of your head.

“I know.”

#leo valdez x reader #pjo imagine #halloween fest #Danny's writing

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kwrittink · 4 years

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Punica Granatum 4

Pairing: Hades!TaeHyung x Persephone!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of being persecuted

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'Love's Flavor'. That was the name of the gelato establishment you found yourself in, spoon deep into a strawberry and pomegranate sauce desert, a combination you'd never expect to enjoy.

"Rather interesting I'd say," TaeHyung commented, lips smacking after stealing a taste from your ice cream, his own mulberry and grape syrup contrasting greatly with the sourness of your personalized flavor. "The first time I've seen SeokJin this focused on making a gelato, though."

You nodded, noticing the feeling of ease surrounding him whenever you stepped inside a place where he was known in an amicable level, the way he was treated not as someone that held might and importance but rather a friend or something of the likes. SeokJin, like NamJoon, had looked at him with candor - even if there was an undeniable surprise plastered on his utterly beautiful features with your presence by TaeHyung's side - and talked softly with the man he called a friend but treated more like a brother of some sort.

"The whole place is interesting, I'd say." you grinned, still amazed by the ethereal interior of that shop that was painted a deep red on the outside, reminding you of red velvet cake batter. Inside there was a feeling of warmth, very welcome for the chilly night but that had you puzzled since the shop sold cold deserts.

You two ate in silence for a while, as you still absorbed the whole place, the little piece of the town you'd walked. It was so much more you've ever seen and you felt lucky enough that it was with TaeHyung. You've brushed off your mother's worries of that invisible presence that seemed to threaten the both of you before solely for being trapped inside the birdcage that was your house. But on the occasion of being outside for the first time since you remembered things, was a little unnerving and painfully brought up the fact that he could be after you.

"You've been staring at me for quite a while now, what's the matter?" TaeHyung's deep and soft tone reached your ears and pulled you out from your thoughts, the little frown between his brows truly coming into focus. Your cheeks burned with mild embarrassment and you looked away, nibbling on the vanilla biscuit still in your hand. Still, his gaze lingered on you and your breath hitched a little when you looked back at him, worry painting his features.

"It's nothing..." You tried to brush off but saw his playful squinting and snickered. He wanted you to have a good time and maybe you should explain that it didn't have anything to do with him or the place he was taking you. "It's just... I can't explain it clearly because I don't understand it myself but it has to do with the fact that I was kept home this whole time. My mother... She's always told me to beware of anyone that could approach me in fear that it could be..." You trailed off, feeling a little stupid of what you were going to tell him. It has been a fear you've chosen to overcome after being plagued with it by your mother since childhood. It was childish.

In front of you TaeHyung shifted on his seat, head tilting and adopting a more serious expression. "Who could it be?" He urged you to continue, and you found yourself staring at his eyes again, the dark irises almost pulling you in.

"Him." You breathed out, as if your were lifting a weight from your chest by finally addressing the matter with someone. Though he looked a little puzzled and you licked your lips before continuing. "It's a little confusing because it almost doesn't make sense to me but I'll try to explain it. I've been raised in a house where we worship the greek gods as you're aware. My mother is very... Devout of Demeter, goddess of the harvest, but never explained why exactly and I couldn't ask anyone else since my father had abandoned me, according to my mother." You stopped to clear your throat and take a sip of a glass of water that accompanied the early finished deserts and TaeHyung, that was leaning his head on his palm snickered humorlessly, rolling his eyes in reprimand. You smiled at his sympathy.

"Either way, since I can remember my mother had warned me about this someone that was after me because of who I was, not explaining what that meant or mentioning the name of that person. At first, I thought it was my father, that he was after me for any reason and tried to reach out to him, only to be extremely disappointed to find out that he not only didn't care about me, also was too preoccupied with his other family." You looked down at your hands, the same tightness in your chest as you recalled the events. The pictures and things you've seen on television hurt you deeply and to top, left the mystery unsolved. There was this someone in your trail, and apparently would be in your whole life but you couldn't do anything about it.

As fingers came into a blurry vision to hold up your chin, only then you noticed your watery eyes. TaeHyung mirrored your sad expression, eyebrows still pinched as he moved to thumb away an escapee tear under your eye. You felt awful for crying in public, but at the same time, Taehyung was being extremely comforting, also reaching your wrung hands and squeezing them lightly in reassurance.

"It's okay. I'm here now, nothing's going to happen to you." He spoke so softly it was barely a whisper, as you swallowed the lump in your throat. The comfort made you more emotional somehow, like his words touched deep in your soul.

"I know, and I appreciate it. But there will be times you won't be, and that's what scares me-"

"Those times doesn't need to exist. I can be at all moments with you," his hand squeezed yours once more, intense gaze boring into you. "That is, if you want me to."

You chanced a small smile at him, turning your palm up to hold his hand as well, the warmth of it inviting. "You asked me to take your hand, and here I am, right?"

The smile mirrored back was almost blinding.

#hades!Taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #bts greek god au #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut

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hadestownmodern · 4 years

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Whole Foods and Grilled Cheese

You got Eurydice and Persephone at Costco. Here is the prelude to that: Orpheus and Hades at Whole Foods. This was such a wild thing to write and I hope it brings someone a bit of a smile in these hard times. -A

The bustling of the grocery store was not a welcome sight to Orpheus who had not expected the action filled morning when he called his uncle the previous night.

“She’s been staying a lot..”

“Orpheus, I don’t want to know about your late night antics with that girl-”

“No no thats not- I’m not trying to talk about that!” Orpheus stuttered though he knew his blush was not evidence through the telephone. “She doesn’t eat well and she works so much- I wanted to try to make her some things.”

“Make her some things?”

“I want to learn to cook. Can you help me?”

“....” Silence, so Hades could hide the slight pride in his voice. “I’ll be there in the morning.”

The 8 a.m. knock on his apartment door, with his uncle demanding to get going for a ‘long day ahead’ had not been what he was anticipating when he rolled out of bed scrambling for pajama pants.

The morning was nothing short of exhausting. Hades dragging Orpheus through the busy streets to a high end department store and making a beeline for the kitchen department. A long lecture on different pots, pans, and cooking utensils ended with Hades buying ‘one of everything’ and having it promptly delivered to Orpheus apartment so they could continue on their day.

By afternoon, after Hades spent a small fortune to equip Orpheus with “the best of the best” for cooking, he would not relax on the ride to the local Whole Foods.

“Amma says you should buy from Farmer’s markets…” Orpheus had commented, between drinks of a free sample smoothie that was a rather unsettling shade of green.

Hades tried to hold back the sharp retort, biting his tongue and gesturing Orpheus forward in the store. “You can go to the farmers market once you have pantry staples, Orpheus. But you need a solid base. Spices, rice, pastas, flour.. Spices especially. Eventually you can make most of it yourself. You can make broth and pasta but for now, we’re starting easy. You need a solid start. A pasta dish, a chicken dish, some sort of eggs.. We’ll get to soup later. We’ll cover steak next week.”

“Next week?” Orpheus squeaks, eyes wide at the assortment of fruits and vegetables around him. His fingers lingered on star fruit a few extra moments before Hades deep voice pulled him out of his reverie.

“Yes, Next Week, do you want to impress the girl or not?” Hades is perusing a meat case, conversing with the butcher in words Orpheus cannot comprehend, taking brown paper wrapped packages and placing them in the cart. “We’ll start easy today. Scrambled eggs. Maybe a nice red sauce. Simple things…. What can you make now?”

“I can...heat up frozen chicken nuggets. And make grilled cheese! With tomato Soup!”

“Is the tomato soup from a can, Orpheus?” He isn’t even looking at him as he examines a dozen of eggs and places them in the shopping cart as well, before grabbing a few cheeses.

“...yes…”

“Then thats not cooking. What kind of cheese do you put on the grilled cheese?”

“The little slices that come wrapped one by one-”

“Thats not even real cheese. Okay. No red sauce today. Eggs. We do eggs.” He loops back to grab an extra dozen.

Hades directs Orpheus through each aisle, taking time to pause and teach Orpheus about all the possibilities. Different types of pasta for different sauces (Light sauce with spaghetti, bolognese with rigatoni), types of beans to use for different fillings, how different flours affected baked goods.

They were in the spice aisle, a deep discussion on the values of garlic salt versus garlic powder when Orpheus asked a new question.

“So you need garlic and onion powder, but can add your own salt. I really suggest you use real garlic and onion but on grilled cheese or eggs this is easier. I also think freshly cracked black pepper makes a difference-”

“When did you know you wanted to marry Persephone?” He asks, looking up from his notebook full of spice notes.

“...not after six days, Boy, back to the spice. Now bay leaves are quintessential to a good soup base..”

“I bought a ring!”

“And you should use real homemade broth, Persephone used those bouillon cubes as a nausea quick cure but- I’m sorry you did what?”

“I bought a ring! Yesterday. I love her so much, I just..I know she’s it for me. Amma always says you know and I know!” He has an innocence in his eyes that Hades doesn’t want to crush, but innocence too closely accompanies naivety.

“Orpheus. You met six days ago. You don’t marry a girl because she took your virginity!”

Orpheus’ face turned the color of the canned tomatoes in his hand, the poet losing his words. “No! I love her! I know I do! She makes the world have color and reason and I look at her and see the whole world. I just imagine waking up next to her and holding our babies and-”

“Six days. Six days ago. You met her six days ago, stop talking about babies and marriage and focus on, I don’t know, getting to no her as a person with clothes on?” He grabs a handful of jarred spices and pushed on through the store. “Two years, Orpheus. We were together two years before I even thought about it. Now come on, we need to start cooking.” He ended the conversation, gesturing Orpheus towards the checkout.

They stopped at his apartment to drop off and properly store the frozen ingredients, a lesson all in its own of proper pantry filling and food storage, before taking the car to Hades townhome, where Orpheus was already spending so much of his time.

“We’ll do Eggs and grilled cheese. Scrambled eggs, you can’t do an omlette yet.” Hades decided as he keys into the front door, grabbing the mail on his way in.

“Is seph home? Is she gonna try it-”

“Of course. You don’t have to impress her though. Even if it tasted like garbage, that woman would never hurt your feelings. It’s Junie you need to impress-”

“..Junie?”

Just then Hades pushes the door open, and within seconds tiny yet quick footsteps were audible, getting closer by the second.

Junie, in her little purple tutu, ringlet curls bouncing as she ran, flew into her father’s legs with her arms in the air. “Daddy! I miss-ed-ed you!”

He chuckles lowly, scooping her onto his hip and kissing her cheek as the toddler wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey, Princess. Where’s your mother?”

“If she’s the princess, does that make me the queen?” Persephone appears, long curls falling loose around her face. She somehow looks put together even in a sweatshirt far too big for her and flannel pajama shorts left over from last years christmas. “How was your shopping trip?”

He kisses his wife, tugging her closer by the fabric of her shirt. “You were the queen long before she was the princess. And it was eventful. He uses prepackaged cheese.”

“Well, I ate cups of ramen noodles and you loved me anyway.” Persephone winks, holding a hand out to Orpheus. “I hope he didn’t scare you, it’s sweet, that you’re learning to do this.”

“Well I want to be with her forev-”

He is interrupted by Hades voice, as he bounces Junie once “Hey Junie, why don’t we go set up to cook. Come, Orpheus.”

“Yeah, come on Ophie!” Junie gestures for him to follow, as her father carries her to the kitchen. He sits her on the chair at the island, before Persephone sits beside her and pulls her into her lap.

“Why’s Ophie cookin’ daddy?” She asks, kicking her little legs before pressing her back into her mother’s chest, snuggling into her.

“Because he’s trying to impress a girl, Junie.” Hades says off handedly, placing a loaf of bread on the table top. “Remember, Junie, if a man can’t cook, he isn’t good enough for you.”

“Noone’s good ‘nuff for me, Daddy.”

“Thats right, baby. Thats right.”

“Are you tryna impress Princess Rydice, Ophie?” The little girl asks, craning her head to look at him, standing in the doorway looking suddenly horrified.

“Oh, Yes I am Junie, I love her so much and I want to make her happy!” He has a dreamy look in his eyes, looking off in admiration.

“Are you gonna marry her?” Junie inquires, cocking her head.

“I want to, so badly!”

“Now Orpheus, we talked about this-” Hades grumbled before his wife cuts him off.

“What are you making us tonight, my little culinary masters.” Persephone teases, resting her chin on Junie’s head. “I’m in the mood for glazed salmon with-”

“Eggs. We are making eggs. And grilled Cheese.” Hades shoots her a look, signifying that even this may result in ordering takeout late in the evening. He grabs butter and an assortment of cheeses, a carton of eggs, and some other small ingredients.

“Thats not a real meal, daddy. Wheres the veggie?” Junie questions, resting her little face on her hand.

“Orpheus has to learn not to burn his house down before we can teach him to blanch veggies, baby.” Hades shakes his head, but hands Junie a handful of grated cheese to munch on in the cooking process.

Orpheus looks stunned as an egg is placed in his hand, and a small glass bowl is given to him. “Do i just..”

“Crack the egg Orpheus.”

Orpheus slams the egg into the bowl, shell going everywhere in both the yolk and on the counter top. “Oh..”

“Try again.”

They do this half a dozen times before Orpheus can confidently crack an egg, and learns whisking skills with a fork. He learns to add milk and butter, salt and pepper. He burns the first try, and under cooks the second. The third try is plated, and slid across the island to Junie and her mother.

Persephone gives Junie a bite before taking one herself. Persephone, either being overly kind or with overly low standards, gives orpheus a thumbs up.

Junie, however, stares at the pale eggs and shakes her head. “Ophie you aren’t impressin’ any-body with this. You need salt.”

“Juniper! Be nice!” Persephone lectured, but hid her face in her corkscrew curls to laugh to herself.

“I just telling the truth! It’s bland!” Junie defends, looking to her dad.

“She’s not wrong..Just use a little more salt and you’ll be golden Orpheus. Eat your eggs then we’ll try the grilled cheese.”

The grilled cheese does not go any better.

“For the love of god Orpheus, you put the buttered side on the pan, and the cheese on the inside!”

“He’s hopeless, Daddy.” Junie pokes in, eating the still uncooked cheese set out on the island. “ Rydice will marry you anyway Ophie, it’s okay if you can’t cook! Mama can’t cook either!”

“I made you, thats close enough to cooking.” Persephone teased, poking Junie’s stomach and making her erupt into brilliant giggles.

Orpheus is distracted by the sound, suddenly drawn to a future where it is a dark haired little girl laughing in the arms of Eurydice as he cooks a meal for his own family. He is so distracted by the thought of Eurydice’s dark eyes on a child that he doesn’t hear Hades in the background.

“Orpheus...Orpheus...ORPHEUS you are BURNING the toast.” He takes the spatula out of Orpheus’ hand and tosses the offending blackened sandwich away.

“I’m sorry i’m usually not this bad...I don’t burn my own grilled cheese.”

“Because you use fake cheese. Now remember. Butter bread. Butter side down. Gruyere. Cheddar. Mozzarella. Bread Butter side up.”

Orpheus follows the instructions, and this time, successfully develops a golden crust on the bread, with cheese oozing out just right.

He cuts the sandwich in half and presents it to his niece/pseudo sister with pride. “Here you go Junie B.”

Junie eyes him carefully, examining all of the sandwich. “Pretty color..smells good…” She takes an apprehensive bite, then another. “It’s good, Ophie...but..”

“Whats wrong, Junie?” Hades muses, leaning down to her eye level.

“If you were on chopped, you’d be chopped. But thats okay. My Daddy’s just better than you.”

#orpheus can't cook eggs but he can fertilize them #orpheus #hades #Junie tag #persephone #modern au #hadestown modern au #hadestown #hadestown au

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aliypop · 4 years

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Empatia

Wordcount: 1,925

Character Count: 10,246

Hannibal x Oc

Authors Note: So this is my first Hannibal fic and I hope you guys enjoy, side note this was written in Grammarly which formatting on that is wonky. I do not own the gif or the character Hannibal but I do own Shanel Mahone and I hope that you all like her, lets see uh what else

Warning mentions of eating people and murder!

"I think it's easy to mistake understanding for empathy - we want it so badly, maybe learning it's distinction is part of growing up, unless I am mistaken, Doctor Lecter,"

The Baltimore office was colder than usual, not because of the Maryland winters that would hit, but because of the shared time in the office between Hannibal Lecter and his new client Shanel Mahone, a woman who was a mix of a wolf licking its wounds and a lion who would go to the ends of the earth to hunt her prey down, But there was something about her that he could sense though she hid it so well that it went by his nose like a short summer breeze, He knew she was a lawyer he was able to smell the scent of the innocent and guilty from the courthouse on her person, though the sinners smell a bit more delectable to him rather than saints,

"If we learn our limitations too soon, we never learn our power." Hannibal gave the semi- young lawyer a smile and a nod, watching her in his darkroom of reds and white almost made him feel as if he had her right where he wanted her, a little lamb simply treading lightly in his trap, and in a way, he was proud of it,

"Think before you speak the last person who didn't... lost more than their tongue.." Shanel chuckled, her dark curls framing her brown face and eyes.

"Awfully confident are we," a smirk on his wise features, as he stood up behind her, his favorite way to attack some would say like a human boa constrictor sizing up who he picks before he attacks,

"I can kill every person in this building before most of them have a chance to get to their feet. Skills like that do wonders on a person's self-confidence." her head tilted up to look at him, a devious smirk on her face, honey brown eyes meeting the dark maroon glare of a predator, Though most would fear the situation that she was in, however, she was raised much differently than some would be comfortable with,

"Aren't you afraid of me," he asked his hand around her neck. Nearly trying to squeeze the life out of her. As he hissed in her ear breathing, in the deep scent of A+ blood on her, which clearly wasn't her own, "I stopped being scared of snakes years after I killed my step-dad." chin raised high with a fire in her eyes, one that he had grown to admire. Though it confused him like the beauty of Persephone in Hades eyes, and just like Hades he wanted her as his own, though sometimes she made him feel like Hades and other times he was merely just her pomegranate orchestrating him as to where her next demise would fall under, a circle of a cat and mouse game, Once he had looked deep into her eye's he had found the simple answer to her soul,

"I suppose that would make you the hunter," he said a sheer look of surprise something a bit unobtainable for the man who had a few under his own sleeve, "Are you satisfied," she asked her voice a soft whisper, a bit of a gentle to look to her one of a woman who knew how to spin a never-ending web around her prey and may God help anything that flew into her web,

"Oh, my dear, we're just getting started.." his laugh playing in her ear like a tainted sinners psalm, but deep inside she knew she loved it,

"Do you do this with all your clients?" she asked her feeling his hands unravel from her neck,

"Just the ones I find interesting.."

"So Will Graham.," she mumbled watching him stagger swiftly back to his desk, his scalpel in hand massaging the cold silver metal in his hand as a child holds onto their mother's,

"You've heard of him, I assume?"

"He referred me to you, said you could work wonders on the mind, but I believe you toy with it, like a mother toys with the truth of the world to her child except you don't know where to end it.." she smirked standing behind the slightly taller man,

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you dabble in psychology yourself.." he faced the shorter woman her lips caught slightly between her teeth,

"Law and the practice of toying the mind go hand in hand, besides, in the end, we both want the same things," she took a glance at his suit the way he had unbuttoned his suit jacket as if he knew she was stealing glances of him,

"And what would that be.." he laughed writing, notes from their shared time together. A bit of a progress report of her recovery from the first time they had met.

"Sympathy"

"Perhaps we could discuss this more over dinner," he suggested pressing a slip of paper into her hand, she had always heard about his elaborate parties especially when it came to his dinners, it came to no surprise that she would be invited to one, and even perhaps another,

"Will 7 do?" she asked as he walked her to the office door, his eyes glancing at her heels, and further to her legs making him wonder what dish would suit her best,

The roads were barely frozen over yet which to her was always a good sign when traveling during the winter. Especially when it came to her pink Italian sports car sturdy tires still never meant one couldn't endure a crash, but while driving she had found that her mind went elsewhere, mostly on doctor Lecter. It was the way he had looked at her with a gentleness of contemplation on killing her if to even keep her alive, in a sense, it was like a non-verbal game of quid pro quo, but their eyes were telling the answers for them their true nature and love for the what some would find morbid.

Stepping foot into his home was like a wonderland for the wicked and the wise, pictures of art with very controversial themes to them, but still, she knew the risk she was taking with this one a chance that could possibly even kill her if she dared say the wrong thing, "Sorry if I arrived early, I usually love to help, a common curtsy I was taught.." she noticed his spacious kitchen one that you would see in an intense cooking show although his use of five ovens was a bit weird to her but not a new concept from what she grew up with,

"Thank you for your offer, but I've already prepared everything for our dinner." he looked at her noticing the diamonds on her neck which he could tell were from Tiffany and Co a sign of high society if he ever did so need one, she looked like an angel prepared to meet God himself, but little did she know he wasn't there, and she was no angel in the eyes of the man in front of her,

"Well, at least let me bake something.." she glanced at him pulling an apron out from her bag, his assumptions about her were right she was, in fact, gentle like Persephone but if pushed a bringer of chaos a chosen one of the all mighty high. He gave her a simple nod and with that, she was invited into his chapel his prized possession that was his kitchen.

"Have you ever killed someone.. ever felt the life leave out of its pretty little body.. and looked into their soul?" she asked, feeling piping bag up squeezing the feeling into her batch of Zeppole di San Giuseppe,

" I don't suppose I have, though, why do you ask?" he said as calmly as he could be, taking the main course for the night out of the oven his eyes never leaving her figure,

"Continuing our conversation from earlier doctor Lecter, of course, minus the near do strangling, though I must add.." she stopped to taste the sauce that was on his spoon "A bit of a parlor trick hiding who you are.." she pondered on the taste for a bit,

"Well, I always say perception’s a tool that's pointed on both ends," he winked placing his hand underneath her chin getting a glimpse of her inner beauty, the madness that she forbade to show to the world, which was him, at least he had thought he could be her world let her feel independent when she wanted to, but have her feel weak in his presence when he needed her to, much like a God watching his most devoted worshiper at the shrine of his lies.

"So, are you saying that I'm hiding something.." her eyes focused on the slight detail of his lips the way they curled when he told the truth yet had a slight pout when he lied, she knew he was confessing to something she just couldn't figure out what it was exactly, but when she found it, it would be known, and she'd keep to herself as a little present. Hannibal pulled out her chair gesturing for her to sit setting the table up with the most elegant dinner she had ever seen since her very own childhood, but she did have to admit it a certain smell she couldn't quite shake it from her nostrils. The animal on the plate, however, to most would seem unidentifiable and to most even a bit fake for fiction, but nonetheless, she was taught to never judge her food. Hannibal sat there watching her eat his eyes sparkling almost like garnet jewels watching as he broadened her pallet,

" Tomato cream sauce with basil oregano one onion.. preferably diced, minced garlic heavy cream.." she took another bite, "A pinch of salt and pepper and ..." she paused dipping the meat into the oh so savory pasta sauce that he had created by hand, but the meat was something different. She couldn't taste the acidity of its fear, but she knew that whatever it was she had put in her mouth was a bit too familiar,

"You have a gift it appears.."

"I say it was a curse," she kept eating on the pork like meat, " I was born with highly sensitive taste buds... I can taste every detail of everything.." she shrugged watching the expression on Hannibal's face.

"Even, the taste of an emotion?" he asked, flattered by his guest.

"Even emotions.. though love was never one I discovered the taste of... I never found myself deserving of it.." she looked down at her plate then at him, her eyes soft and gentle towards him, "You could smear the blood of millions and still be a beauty to my eyes.." he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her wrist secretly taking in her sweet smell of cinnamon, roses, and honey, it was the smell of love mixed with longing and it was strong. she laughed lifting the fork back to her mouth as the familiar scent had hit her again,

"I think I know who we're eating.." her eyes twinkled at the taste of what was him, the man who was first to make her life a misery since the day she was born, "Alberto Mahone my father.." she grins,

"How'd you do it.."

"Do what ..."

"Kill him .." she asked her heart racing.

"With Empathy."

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #fanfiction #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal x oc #shanel mahone #new story alert #i hope it's okay #fannibals

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leonardovaldezz · 5 years

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It is a known fact around Camp Half-Blood that you do not breathe a word of Leo Valdez and Nico Di Angelo’s relationship. Well, at least not when they’re around to hear. And it’s not for some nasty dumb reason like homophobia, it’s because the two idiots don’t seem to know they’re in a relationship. When Piper asked Leo what was going on there, the boy nearly burst into flames while he stuttered over himself trying to explain that he and Nico were ‘just friends.’ And when Jason had asked Nico the same question, he could’ve sworn he was going to be sent to the underworld that very night with the look The Ghost King gave him.

In all honesty, their friends totally get it, sometimes coming out with a relationship when they all live crazy lives is hard, or maybe the boys just wanted their privacy, that was fine too. So they never push the issue, even when Leo and Nico’s hands brush as they walk a little too close together, even when Leo shows up to the pavilion in Nico’s aviator jacket, and even when Nico starts wearing a necklace one day, a small silver chain with a gold L dangling from it. They pretend they don’t see the lingering glances, the longing smiles and the fleeting touches. They pretend they don’t know the L on Nico’s necklace means ‘Leo’, they pretend for the sake of their friends sanity.

Now, this doesn’t mean that it doesn’t get frustrating at times, because it does, way too often.

“I swear to the Gods if I see Leo make Nico blush one more time I’m going to hurl them both into Hades myself.” Piper grumbles, taking a long sip from her cup. They’re all seated in the pavilion, and it’s one of those days where they don’t have to sit with their siblings, so naturally everyone in their little friend group gathered at one table.

Percy snorts, stabbing at his blue pancakes like they did something to personally offend him, “Yeah, good luck with that, I’m sure Nico would love to take Leo down there, like some kind of skeleton date or something.” Percy pauses, and then he shoves a piece of pancake in his mouth and talks with his mouth full, “Actually thinking about that now it’d be a cute idea, I bet Leo could like light a fire to show them the way-”

Annabeth slaps her hand over her boyfriends mouth, nose scrunched up in disgust, “Less talking more eating, seaweed brain, we don’t need to see your chewed up food.” Percy rolls his eyes but he listens, and as Annabeth draws her hand away she wipes it on her pants.

“I think it’s romantic.” She says, stormy gray eyes flickering up to look at everyone at their table, “Sure it’s a litte frustrating but that’s just from our perspective, I bet they’re really happy and who are we to say what they should and shouldn’t do?”

“Their friends,” Jason pipes up, “We’re their friends and we should support them.” He pauses, and then adds, “Even if it is infuriatingly obviously how much they like one another. Let them figure it out in their own time.”

There’s murmurs of agreement between them, but there’s also an unspoken acknowledgment that if the other half of their group were here and not in the Roman Camp there would probably be more of a discussion, maybe even an disagreement. Granted, there still IS a disagreement, bcause Percy is Percy.

“But,” Percy pipes up after a moment, mischievous grin on his lips as he pushes his tray to the side, “What if there was a way we could help them? You know, just to nudge them along?” He looks everyone in their group in the eyes, a silent challenge hanging in the air. Piper is the first to break, and quite honestly it’s probably because she and Percy have similar chaotic energy.

“I’m SO down!” She says, “Anything to get them together, it’s driving me insane.”

“Sick,” Percy says with a gin, reaching across the table to bump fist with the girl before turning to Annabeth, “What about you?” He asks, and when he sees the familiar look of doubt flicker across her face he adds, “Come on, you know you want to have a part in this.” That gets Annabeth to hesitate, and after a moment of contemplation she sighs.

“Okay,” She agrees, and even before she finishes what she’s saying Percy and Piper and breaking out into cheers.

“But,” She adds, holding her hands out to shush the both of them, “Only on the condition that we don’t interfere directly with their relationship, I don’t want to push them into something they might possibly not even want.” Both Piper and Percy easily agree to this, and then they turn their eyes to their last target: Jason. It’s silent as they stare at him, and he just stares back, blue eyes looking wary. In the end they don’t even have to say anything, because a second later he’s letting out a long sigh and saying, “I’m in.”

They all break out of in hoots and hollers of victory, and ‘they all’ is actually just Piper and Percy. Annabeth just watches and shakes her head at their antics, and then a thought dawns on her,

“Where even are Leo and Nico? They’re normally not this late to breakfast.” That has a way of getting everyone to settle down, and it’s a great question, really, because while they were all discussing getting their friends together the two said boys managed to pass the dining pavilion completely unnoticed. They’re trecking through the campgrounds woods, hand in hand, talking and laughing with one another in the secluded area. Eventually they find what they’re looking for, a large rock pile that sits deep in the dense forest, just a bit to the right. Leo drops Nico’s hand in favor of pulling off his backpack, and they get settled on the ground in front of the rocks.

Nico sits criss cross as he watches Leo set up their blanket and spread out their food. They’d decided to go on a picnic, it was always nice here in Camp, so why not? Besides, how could Nico say no after the trouble he knew Leo must’ve gone through to get them McDonalds.

“Ding ding, order up!” Leo sags once he has everything laid out, tossing his bag to the side and coming to settle on the ground across from Nico, giving him one of those knee weakening smiles; all blinding white and full of teeth.

Nico snorts, making the first move to grab some fries, “This isn’t some type of diner.” He says, popping a few fries in his mouth. Leo looks at him with an overdramatic look of disgust on his face, dunking his nugget into his sweet and sour sauce.

“One: How you eat fries without ketchup is beyond me, it’s boarderline disrespectful. Two: it is a diner. Today we are eating at Leo’s Dinner, it specializes in smuggling in food we’re not supposed to have.”

That earns him a laugh, and mentally Leo pats himself on the back.

“How did you even manage to get lunch food, it’s like ten in the morning.” Nico asks, pushing down the urge to laugh again as Leo watches him eat another dry fry in horror.

“It’s always lunchtime somewhere!” Leo answers, and Nico almost chokes on his food. His cheeks grow hot at the thought of Leo not only breaking the rules for him, but also going to a whole other time zone to get him the food he likes. It’s. Incredibly sweet, and gets Nico’s heart pounding in his chest.

“Well,” Nico says, suddenly feeling shy, tucking a few black strands of hair behind his ear, “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Leo smiles, puts his nuggets down and leans across the blanket. He lifts Nico’s chin and they kiss, soft, sweet and chaste, hot skin clashing with cold. When Leo leans back he’s giving another blinding smile, “No problemo!” He says, willing himself not to set on fire. It’s been a little over a month and he still feels like he’s about to explode whenever they kiss.

He leans back in his seat, lets Nico compose the redness in his cheeks as they eat in a comfortable silence for a little while.

“You think they know?” Nico asks after a moment, dark eyes flickering up to look at Leo. The boy pauses, and then he shrugs.

“I don’t see how they could not, we haven’t exactly be super secret about... us.” Leo answers. Nico gives a soft huff of laughter, “And who’s fault is that?”

“Definitely not mine,” Leo jokes, feigning indifference as he drenches his fries in ketchup, “Don’t know how they could’ve figured it out at all. You’ve got me there.”

Nico grins but plays along, shrugging his shoulders, “Our friends are observant, it’s not like we have a sign over our heads that says ‘we’re boyfriends’ or anything, but I’m sure they caught onto the subtle signs.”

Leo grins at him, lopsided and mischievous, completely adorable in nature. “I’m sure they have.”

And really, in reality, they’re pretty sure that their friends know they’re together. So what if they didn’t come right out and say it? Or like, make an announcement of it. Their friends can put two and two together.... can’t they?

Or, in other words, that time when Leo and Nico are boyfriends but all of their friends just think they’re beating around the bush and try to get them together when they’re already together.

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fiyerocheese · 5 years

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best parts of TLT musical

* the way percy holds his legs when he’s sitting at the lake

* James Hayden Rodriguez plays almost everyone percy is in conflict with

* the onstage percussion solo before the instrumental break in put you in your place

* all the cosplayers!!!

* grover’s leg upgrade

* “oh look a goat. it’s stuck in a trash can.”

* “THERES A FURY AFTER HIM!!” “NO GROVER YOURE THE FURRY!!!!1!”

* Kristen and her vocals

* Me, audibly crying every few minutes

* wlw QUEEN Sara Beth Pfiefer

* chris’ little vibratos and crescendos

* i love the homey not high tech set up of it all. it connects it back to the “these are middle schoolers” thing

* I,,,, I think jorrel fortnite dances in the campfire song???? I’m 75% sure i saw it????? what?????

* also his sad little dance during his solo fucking superb you funky little furry

* *over everyone else singing* “stop i don’t like this song anymore”

* and then joyfully continuing it again

* chirons voice is so deep and it’s so funny

* Jalynn’s high notes!!!!

* Jalynn’s solos!!!!

* Jalynn!!!

* Luke’s facial expressions when Grover and Annabeth volunteer to join holy moly

* James

* Hayden

* Rodriguez

* My mother having to stop me from crying the second Percy entered

* PERCY ENTERS AND PRETTY MUCH SITS IN THE “DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS” POSITION

* .................. “look......... i didn’t want to be a halfblood”

* they specifically say “daughters of Zeus and sons of Hades”

* what you foreshadowing Joseph

* The storm noises before both acts and the wind chimes MMM

* “bEAN. DIP.”

* Ryan Knowles/Chiron playing Medusa

* “boys mess up too” “boys get a second chance”

* the tractor,,, by gods the tractor

* tHEY CALLED EACH OTHER WISE GIRL AND SEAWEED BRAIN IM

* Jorrel broke the set

* There were a bunch of light rods on the rafter legs and during Bring on the Monsters, Jorrel swung on one of them and it slipped off. He barely caught it before it fell too far and managed to fix it.

* He kept staring at it for the rest of the show tho

* ANNABETHS JACKET WAS SO CUTE AND I LOVE HER!!!!!

* it’s been two hours i’m not over the furry line

* THEY DRESSED SARA UP AS BIANCA FOR THE LINE IN DRIVE FOR THE LOTUS THEY GAVE HER THE HAT AND THE DRESS I AM NOT OK

* James is such a pHENOMINAL ACTOR.

* they’re all so amazing i love them

* Annabeth Chase Feminist Icon™

* Gay Icon Hades

* DOA!!!!! OH MY GODS!!!!!

* lmao Cerberus’ heads were modeled after deadmau5

* let me tell y’all i cRIED DURING TREE ON THE HILL DEAR LORD.

* grover,,, eating the shoes off of Percy to save him from Tartarus

* “oh my gods what is that pit???” “It’s Tartarus...” “Like the fish sauce??”

* I met most of the cast!!! The only one i didn’t get to meet was Chris but yknow what, I had the privilege to see him perform live and I Do Not Care™

* the rest of the cast was so sweet!!! they signed an additional playbill for my friend.

* They used confetti cannons when the first bus blew up and it was so cute to see all these little hands go up to catch them

* I tried catching one for the little kid behind me but it landed on someone’s shoulder and my mom said no :(((

#the lightning thief #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson musical #the lightning thief: the percy jackson musical

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kidblink-182 · 5 years

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the lightning thief tour

i saw the lightning thief last night and hOLY SHIT! JUST HOLY SHIT! click the read more for my notes n stagedoor experience n shit. obvi SPOILERS

ACT ONE

-so the show starts off with a quite literal BANG i’m talking bright white light and thunder noises so chirren b careful if you go to see it -i almost screamed when james went onstage and THATS when i knew this was real -hooray for grungy dancing our parents suck -they tore down the lightning bolt curtains and chris slid out and i lost my mind -“their father kronos-” “KRONOOOOOSSSSSS” -“please see me by the sphynx” (glass display turns around from pyramid to sphynx) -“i was on this field trip, and the x-rated art they had there? crazy.” -percy is literally so flamboyant and so sarcastic i was cracking up the whole two hours -james as gabe oh so help me gods -he sounded so desperate/afraid the whole time -“BEAN. DIP.” on the literal verge of tears -i loved sally so much. she can riff like it’s nobody’s business, and i can never get enough of it. i love carrie but jalynn... oh, jalynn. -“oh look. a goat in a trash can.” -classic “you’re a furry” joke. classic 10/10 -“i’m half goat!” “i’m sorry, this is just a lot to take in right now, okay?” -they did sally’s “death” in slow motion, which made it even more hard to watch. -also BIG FUCKING SEIZURE WARNING FOR THE MINOTAUR SCENE THAT SHIT IS INTENSE -i.... don’t know how to feel about poseidon. ryan literally goes to the bottom of his vocal range for poseidon and it’s the funniest shit (my mom loved it), and he’s like... he’s like a demon surfer. lowkey like jonathan raviv’s poseidon a lil better but ryan? oh gods he’s incredible. he’s the only man who can pull off hawaiian shirts. -annabeth comes in one of those wheel cart things you use to haul heavy shit -“another terrible day” in E minor? oddly needed and very refreshing. -chiron’s “reveal” scene was... interesting to say the least. -their sign :( my fave song of the show. so emotional. chiron puts his hand on percy’s shoulder at one point, percy shows so much emotion, and ryan can sing like an ANGEL i love his vibrato -when luke came on stage i literally whooped so loudly -oh gods there was this one scene luke: welcome to the dysfunctional family! oh, there’s someone who wants to see you grover: percy, i’m so sorry. satyrs are supposed to be protectors. i’m the worst satyr in the world. percy: grover, i’m so glad you’re here right now. then they hug and i sob -“it’s not a lightsaber” -oh btw jorrel is SO DAMN CUTE -clarisse’s battlecry is my energy -RYAN IS IN DRAG THIS ISN’T A DRILL RYAN IS IN DRAG AND IT’S SO EASY TO RECOGNIZE HIM BUT IT’S THE BEST THING TO WATCH -HE LITERALLY “HITS” HIS CROTCH WITH HIS AXE BY ACCIDENT -percy wheels himself in on the toilet. QT. -“she could’ve killed me!” “the plan would have worked either way.” -grover did a cute lil tap dance in “i’m the child of pan” -while crying you just hear grover go I DON’T LIKE THIS SONG ANYMORE then just keeps fucking dancing -“as long as you are here with me puts arm around percy” -“mr d wants to kill you- i mean, talk to you” -“it’s not just some silly lightning bolt on a traveling musical tour!” -“look at the boy! he’s hardly a thief!” “oh, i suppose, unless you’re a good actor, and OHOHOHOHO, i’m the god of drama, and i can say HE’S NOT.” -mr d’s obsession with dolphins is my will to live -the oracle is actually really fucking silly bc of everyone hiding under her dress -“AND YOU SHALL FAIL” “spirit fingers FAIIILLLLLLLLLL” -oh god good kid was making me feel things. the emotion, the lighting, the fog, the music, i was on the verge of tears. chris is so talented. -“if you’re the son of poseidon and you wanna be alone, don’t go to the lake. it’s the first place they look. don’t worry, i won’t tell chiron you’re here.” -“and i’ll be the second first! :D” -annabeth does a riff on her high note of QUEST and we don’t talk about it enough

ACT TWO

-RYAN AS AUNTIE EM IS THE REASON I GET OUT OF BED IN THE MORNING. -“i had a boyfriend... deep voice ONCE.” -he kept moving his hips and dropping into a deep voice and moving his hips and i was sure i was gonna die -“nemesis... nemesees.... nemisisises... WE DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER.” -perc+grov literally pulled a dirty dancing so percy could chop off her head. -“but it wasn’t your fault.” “you’re right, it’s yours.” -kristen’s vocals were stellar as usual and they used this badass lighting to make it look like sunlight was pokin out through windows as lil disco lights. -oh btw i was blinded like 3214732148904722 times but idgaf -“i know a way to get our parents to notice us HELP ME BOX THIS HEAD” -“care of: ~perseus jackson~ and ANNABETH C H A S E.” -was ares wearing a tracksuit? what the literal- -HKJFDSALK grover pulled his hair up during the slomo part and it stuck upright -percy’s like “i swallowed a bug” -“i’m gonna pass out... pass out... p a s s o u t.” -KRONOS MADE ME ALMOST PISS MYSELF IT’S SO CREEPY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK -grover shakes him awake like “you really do drool in your sleep,,,,” -in tree on the hill jorrel was actually sobbing and chris got up at one point to go to him and it was so touching -the scene above them made my heart ache too, especially the freezeframe during “maybe if i’d been a little bit braver” where thalia’s collapsed and luke and annabeth are holding each other i just... a h -charon as the elevator woman is GREAT -her riffs made me want to get up and start boogie-ing -“like? the fish sauce?” -ARGUABLY THE BEST PART OF THE SHOW WAS HADES -HE’S FUCKING GAY -LIKE FLAMINGLY FLAMBOYANT. I’M NOT EVEN KIND OF JOKING. LISP AND EVERYTHING. THERE WERE T E A R S. -ares wears a tank top in son of poseidon and i died -sally and poseidon flirted like hell and POSEIDON SHOT FINGER GUNS AND POOR PERCY WAS SO AWKAWRDHFALHFJDASFJHK -in last day of summer percy tried reaching out for luke early but luke just walked away b4 mr d came on stage -luke grabs percy by the shirt when he says “good!” and shoves him back -gods i can’t get over james’ vocals. so good. SO GOOD. -luke took the banner w him when he stabbed percy and ran -bring on the monsters was actually a huge bop and i didn’t cry like i thought i would :0 -all in all i re-lost my voice screaming over this shit and i’m so grateful i got to see it

STAGEDOOR

-so the stagedoor was super vague @ first bc i heard they weren’t doing it from a parent, but not even the staff were sure -so mom let me hang out by the stagedoor to see if ppl came out -chris came out first & i didn’t even recognize him til he was right in front of me (dramatic ass all bundled up like an eskimo) and he felt bad bc he couldn’t stay long and didn’t have a pen to sign anything but i couldn’ stop saying oH MY GOD OH MY GOD -then jorrel came out and was like “i can’t sign anything either but pics would be much quicker if you wanted them” and igOT TWO PICS WITH JORREL GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL -he was like “it’s so cold (findlay ohio) how do y’all live here?” and i was like “we don’t know” his dramatic southern californian ASS i loved him -i got a signature from sarah, and she was super sweet (she took the pic for me bc my fingers were numb from the cold. NEGATIVE WINDCHILL GUYS. WELCOME TO OHIO. -i asked jalynn to adopt me and shes like YALL ARE TOO SWEET and i got her signature too -i ALSO met kristen and got her signature+picture as well, idk how i wasn’t panicking but i was so flustered -someone told kristen they’d take a bullet for her and she went DON’T DO THAT -everyone else walked past and couldn’t bc of the cold but we cheered for them anyway -so yeah by the time i got in the car my fingers were literally burning and i couldn’t feel my legs but I GOT SIGNATURES AND PICTURES AND THAT’S WHAT MATTERS -i also got a t-shirt -who’s hardcore? me. i’m hardcore.

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(*Read Terms & Conditions) - Male/22/Long Island N.Y.C. Tired of showing up stag at holiday events? Want your family to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you? Just want some arm candy for a work event? Look no further. Your solution is here! I will attend holiday events with you as your paid date. Accepting all genders as applicants. Email [email protected] if interested. Interview & application will be set up there. - Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible. They’re all a bit surprised about the last one. Read Part One Here Part Two

"You can’t wear that.”

Nico suppressed the annoyed sigh that wanted to emerge. “And why can’t I?”

Will was frowning over at him, smoothing down the front of his own slightly wrinkled bottom up. He turned to ruffle through Nico’s open closet, pulling a few pieces out to examine. “It’s a nice dinner. Hazel’s wearing a dress and I just helped Frank with his tie.”

Nico gave him a dull look, “And?”

Will threw his hands up, “And you’re wearing ripped jeans. With stains. ”

“It’s my family.” Nico bit out, pulling at a rogue piece of thread sticking out of the edge of his shirt. “They’ve seen me in worse.”

Will gave him an overly sympathetic look, wrinkling his nose. “Let me guess. Scene phase?”

Nico huffed out a breath of frustration. “I hate you. Shut up.”

“We all saw that seventh grade school photo, Neeks. I’d say it’s nothing to be ashamed of but…”

Nico groaned. “Shut up.”

Will grinned pushing a armful of clothes at him. “I will if you put something nice on.”

Nico automatically dropped the fabric to the floor. “I’m gonna go with a soft fuck no if that’s cool with you. Wait - crap, I forgot - I don’t care if you’re cool with it. So. There’s that.”

Will glared at him, saying nothing, and only continued his stare at Nico as if that would help his case at all. Nico glared on right back, his jaw a clenched line.

A soft knock on the door broke the spell of annoyance that had settled over them. Nico sighed, pushing his hand through his hair, before crossing the room and calling out come in.

Hazel peeked around the polished wood of the door before entering fully. “Persephone said dinner will be ready in ten.” She gave him a critical look for a long moment, “You’re not wearing that, right?”

Will gave him a satisfied smirk that had him throwing his hands into the air. “No one cares what I wear!” He protested.

Hazel frowned, “Hades and Persephone are expecting us to dress nice.” She gestured to her own outfit, a dark vintage style gold and black lace dress. “If I have to wear heels, you can don a dinner jacket.” She blew an amused breath up into her bangs, “Lord knows Hades probably got fitted for a tux for tonight.”

Nico sighed, crossing his arms, still impossibly stubborn. “I don’t even think I have anything nice that fits me, anyways! I left everything back at the apartment.”

Hazel made a face, pushing her way past him into his walk-in closet that Hades had insisted on. She looked over the sections for a long moment before pulling something out, gesturing for Nico to come closer.

“Here.” Hazel handed over a hanger, picking off a piece of lint. “You wore this to that charity event last Easter, it should fit wonderfully.”

Nico considered the outfit - it had a gray metallic shine he had always admired in fabric, and the tie Hazel had draped over his arm was a nice dark color as well - and Nico had always looked good in emerald.

Other than the fact it was a suit and Nico had already sworn off the act of wearing one for the night- it wasn’t bad at all.

And - as he was just noticing - it matched Will.

Nico internally groaned, willing to whatever gods out there that Will wouldn’t notice the similar colors. It’s not like Nico had a lot of color variety anyways, and it was bound to happen if Will were to wear any dark shade, honestly.

Will’s dark green sweater - over a white button up and tie that just barely peeked out of the top - was nearly the exact shade of the tie that Hazel had picked out for him.

Hazel stared at him with knowing eyes, and despite what he wanted to do, he knew he wouldn’t be able to deny the chosen outfit without setting her off to the thought something was off.

He sighed, a long and deep sound, before hanging his head. “Fine. I’ll wear it.”

Hazel beamed, hopping forward to kiss his cheek before winking at them both. “Great! Don’t be late, you two! And don’t forget the cuff-links, you know how Hades gets!”

There was a beat of silence after Hazel shut the door after herself, with Will still a few feet away and Nico holding still holding that hangers.

“Hazel’s got good taste.” Will only said, his smirk making another appearance, before he turned and threw himself on the bed. “Now hurry up. I’m not going to be late for an event that literally happening downstairs.”

Nico undressed quickly - he never really was one for shyness or modesty (as Jason often reminded him) - and decided he might as well do something with his messy bed-head. He dunked out to the bathroom for that, digging out a tub of hardly ever used gel Hades had got for him and smoothed back his dark messy hair so it laid flat and out of his face.

He washed the gel from his hands, adjusting his tie so it rested straight, and went to grab his jacket - and fake boyfriend - so he could finally started getting this night over with.

Will was waiting on his bed, sliding through some entertainment app before glancing up. Nico, looking around for where he had left Hazel’s chosen dinner jacket, didn’t notice this, but at his arrival - now fully dressed and polished, hair fully done - Will had paused, his breath hitching, and his phone nearly fell from his hands.

Nico grabbed up his jacket from where he had thrown it over the arm of the couch and turned to fully face the other boy, and this was the first time Will had ever fully seen the boy without his shaggy hair covering his eyes and face.

Nico wouldn’t notice this, but Will definitely did.

“Ready?” Nico asked, flipping out his jacket to slide it on before Will held up a hand to stop him.

“Cuff-links.” Will answered, holding up the small box Nico had thrown to the side in reminder as he got dressed. “Here -” Will pulled one out, unlinking it, and gesturing for Nico to hold out his arm.

Nico stared at him, a bit in surprise, mostly threw his eyelashes, and watched as Will took his arm and carefully folded back the cuff of his sleeve. Will took one of the cufflinks, leaving the box on the bed, and slid the small metal piece in the hole. His hands were gentle but quick with the work, and repeated the process with Nico’s other sleeve with a swift air.

Will paused after he was done with the quick action, his hands just barely lingering on Nico’s wrist, his fingers wrapped around and tracing the thin bones there, before dropping their hands.

Nico swallowed, the moment more heavy and thick then any he was expecting. He fingered at the metal pieces now linked through the fabric, lowering his eyes.

Will took a small step back, clearing his throat. “We should go.”

Nico nodded, still looking away, and lead the other boy through the door.

Hades and Persephone, apparently, were the definition of being extra.

They both grinned at him and Will as they descended down the staircase, arm in arm. Hazel and Frank were already down there, Frank’s glowing gold tie matched Hazel perfectly, and both of them shot them sly grins as they stepped off the last step.

“You both look wonderful.” Persephone smiled warmly at them, her hair curled lavishly around a large poinsettia flower. She was wearing a floor-length dark red velvet gown, her sleeves ending in thick diamond cuffs. Hazel, predictably, was correct about Hades’s tailored suit - his fitted tux matching the dark red of Persephone’s wonderfully.

“You look stunning, Persephone.” Will’s grin was as charming as it was wide, “And Mr. di Angelo, that suit is absolutely amazing.”

Like lovesick teenagers, both supposed adults in question gripped at each other’s hands and sighed, gazing lovingly at Will.

Hazel laughed under her breath, tugging on Frank’s arm as she turned towards the formal dining room. The doors were shut, the food probably still being set up, but they opened on time as Hazel faced them.

The chef - an aged woman Hades had known since his teenaged years in Italy - came out to greet them, mostly teasing and fussing over Hades himself before joining the other help in the kitchen.

The food looked - and especially smelt - wonderful. Two different forms of pasta - one with a light green sauce Nico recognized from his childhood - and another with a form of tomato and meat sauce. Greens and potatoes sat into bowl, heavily seasoned, and a platter of perfectly roasted steak slabs joined the pasta.

They all took their seats, Will across from him per etiquette, his sister and father as his sides. Hades stood up, making a quick speech of thanks, before gesturing for them to begin dinner and, as it came along with it, conversation.

And it looked like Nico was the first victim of it.

“So, Nico, you never said - how did you and Will meet?” Persephone smiled, taking his plate for the sole purpose of scooping too much food onto it with a too-sweet smile, as if her words would distract him from the action.

Hazel perked up at that, jumping in. “You’ve never mentioned! How did it happen?”

Nico briefly thought back to their short sentences exchanged on the plane as he took back his now-much-heavier plate from Persephone. “In the campus library, actually. I was looking for a book and he offered to help me find it.” He shot Will a fond look that wasn’t too forced. “We went for coffee afterwards and…”

“It’s been magic ever since.” Will finished for him, a look of fond emotion passing over his face, essentially melting down his entire family. Nico resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“That’s so sweet.” Hades leaned forward, his chin resting atop his folded hands, and sighed. “Persephone, my love, why don’t we have something as sickeningly sweet as these two?”

Persephone gave him a dry look, setting down her wine glass with a significant air. “Hades, dear, you nearly attempted abduction when we first met. Is that not enough for you?”

Hades sniffed, “Yes, and you broke my nose in response. Not very romantic.”

The rest of the table was attempting to stifle their laughter at the familiar story, especially as Hades reached up to trace the small bump on his nose.

Persephone paid the low giggles no attention as she grinned. “I don’t know.” She reached forward to grab Hades’s hand in her own, “Seems to have been romantic enough for you to track me down afterwards.” She shot Will a knowing look, probably realizing he was the only one at the table who didn’t already know the full story. She leaned in like she was telling the younger boy a secret, and lowered her voice slightly. “The only reason he knew it was me was because I still had his blood on my knuckles.”

“Like a twisted sort of Cinderella.” Nico offered, taking a bite of his noodles.

“It was hardly a fairy tale.”

Hades pouted at that, “It was memorable at least.” He sighed, a lovesick look filling his eyes. He smiled at them, at him and Will’s loosely connected hands from across the table. “I remember seeing her - I was with some of my business partners and we were walking through one of the local parks to talk over an investment plan and - there she was. In a crowd, all angry and yelling clenching some vulgar protest sign. She was so passionate and fierce - like a war goddess running into battle.” He sighed, the sound as soft as cotton candy.

“And the abduction part?” Will asked, his smile warm with Hades’s words but edged a bit with humor.

Persephone rolled her eyes, speaking before Hades had the chance. “Some crowd-control dick was getting a bit too handsy, and Mr. Business Suit over here thought I needed help and - without warning, may I add - grabbed me around the waist and tried to wedding-style carry me off into the distance.”

“Thus broken nose.” Hazel added, always a bit in awe of that detail of the story.

Hades nodded, “Thus broken nose.” He sighed, dramatic. “Do you know how much it costs to get blood out of Armani?”

Persephone rolled her eyes with good humor. “You say that like you’d actually wear the same suit in public twice. The suit was dead to you as soon as it hit the outside air.”

Hades gave Will a helpless shrug at that, the gesture translating to well what can you do?

Persephone took another sip of her drink, still telling the story. “I broke his nose, ran off, and caught up with some friends. After the protest was over, my friends noticed that some weird, pale, rich guy kept edging around us and -” She sighed, a fond smile slipping over her features. “There he was.”

“I admit, attempting to carry off an angry young woman was not the best strategy for seduction.” Hades gave her a smile. “Not the worst, as it worked, but not the best.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Will shot Nico a sunny smile.

The dinner mostly went like that - lots of good food and teasing and a few white lies here and there. They told Nico’s family about a weekend trip to Manhattan they had apparently taken, and the date where they got caught in the rain and instead had a planned picnic in the back of Will’s jeep instead.

Hazel told them all about her art classes, and Frank and Will bonded over their shared pre-med major. Hades would compliment their matching colors - with Nico’s cheeks slightly filling with heat - and Persephone would throw her head back and laugh at Hades’s familiar told-again stories.

It was all very normal, despite everything.

Despite the way Nico would twitch slightly at every too-detailed question about their relationship, and despite the way their stories would start to slightly clash if anyone bothered to line them against each other, despite this and that and the paper contract folded at the bottom of Nico’s laptop bag, it all felt very normal. Like it was Nico and Will, boyfriends of four months, visiting the family for the holidays.

It all felt very normal.

It also all felt very nice.

Undoing the cufflinks at the end of the night felt to being of slightly significant nature.

He did so slowly, tucking them back into the velvet box with slow hands and careful fingers. He undid his tie, smoothing out the silk over the hanger, and left it outside his door where he knew it would be picked up for dry cleaning. Will did the same with his clothes, mostly out of suggestion by Nico, and they began to ready for bed after their long day.

Brushing their teeth, side by side, was a quiet but strangely intimate affair. They did so quickly, each slightly uncomfortable with whatever was growing between them since the cufflinks - or was it since Target? The night before, or breakfast? Or the drinks in the kitchen?

Whenever it happened, they were both happy to ignore it.

They went through the same slightly awkward ritual that night before bed, Nico folding out the sheets over the couch, barely remembering to plug in his phone, and grabbing the blankets from his closet.

They seemed content to follow this somewhat routine, including everything.

Nico fell back onto the couch, pulling his blanket over his shoulder, and propped his back on the edge so he could speak.

“Tell me about your family.” He said, unsure if it was a demand or an ask.

“What about them?”

“What about your sisters? What you said to Persephone yesterday, was that true?”

Will shifted from his place on the mattress, turning over to face Nico on the couch.

“Mostly. I’m too busy with school to really do anything during the school year, so I usually don’t go on trips with them unless it’s during the summer. They really are in Fuji right now, but they’re going to be back the 23rd.” He shrugged, “They know what I do. They’re just happy I have money to buy them presents with.”

“Tell me about them.” Nico asked, his voice strangely soft. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to know, just that he did.

If Will noticed his tone, he didn’t show it. His smile turned a bit soft though, his face a bit more loose. “There’s four of them. Big family. Uh, Kayla’s the oldest, then Hina, Selena, and Marisol’s the youngest, she’s eleven now.”

“That must have been fun to grow up with, a huge family.”

“Well, we all have different moms. Growing up, it was just me and my brothers, and I didn’t even learn about them until I was twelve and I met my dad.”

“Brothers?” Nico sat up a bit, his eyebrows coming together. “You said you only had sisters.”

“Lee and Michael. And yeah. I do.”

Nico blinked a few times at that, processing. “Oh.” He only said before something like a sigh escaped him. “I”m really sorry about that.”

“I know.” Will’s voice was equally as soft, “I get that you understand.”

There was a moment of silence before Will spoke again, his voice soft with a bit of wonder.

“I...don’t usually tell clients about that.” He declared to the darkness, and neither of them were willing to examine what that meant in the moment.

Nico dipped his head back onto his pillow, now staring at the ceiling. “Aren’t holidays, like, the worst? Without them, I mean?”

Will, turned away from Nico now, smiled softly in agreement. “Sometimes when I’m like mentally making Christmas lists and stuff? They’re on the list. To shop for I mean. It always trips me up.”

Nico sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. “And like, you don’t want to be sad about it, because then everyone will just worry about you but like? It’s sad. It’s something to be sad over.”

Will huffed out a soft breath of agreement. “Yeah.” He said, his voice still edged with softness. “My sisters never knew them and - I don’t know. I could never explain it to them. They’re sad about it, we’re all siblings, ya know? But they don’t really get it.”

Nico was nodding into his pillow, his eyes not as dry as he would have wanted.

“Holidays are hard.” Will told him after a minute of silence, “And this makes it easier.”

“It does?”

Will nodded, “It’s selfish, I know, but. It’s easier, sometimes, to just be in a world entirely different from your own, knowing that whatever happens there won’t matter in a few hours or days or weeks or whatever.”

Nico laid there, staring at the ceiling, stupidly happy that Will couldn’t see how watery his eyes has gotten. “I see the appeal.”

The silence that laid over them was thick with a million unsaid sentences, packed full with misunderstood regret neither could begin to decipher.

“Does it get lonely?” Nico asked after a moment, suddenly desperate for the answer because - well - for him, it did. It really did.

“Yes.” Will’s answer was as soft as breath, followed the other boy turning over - away from Nico - in the bed. “Goodnight, Nico.”

“Goodnight Will.”

And, just like that, the conversation was over.

Despite that fact, neither of them would fall asleep for awhile.

“You’re….really serious about this.”

Nico glared at him from over his shoulder, anger and heat radiating from every pore of his body. “Yes I am. And, from how you’re incapable of completing even the simplest tasks I’ve given you, you’re not.”

Will held up his hands in surrender. “I’m totally serious. Completely devoted.”

Nico narrowed his eyes at him, returning to his detailed work. “You better be. Now, fix the gumdrops, you put too much icing on them and they’re going to slide off.”

Will followed his direction, giving Nico an odd look. “Totally, sure, yes. But you have to admit - getting so serious over a silly game -”

“It’s not a game .” Nico hissed.

“Okay, over a completely valid and serious contest - it’s a bit weird, right?”

Nico sighed, loosening his clenching hands from around the icing bag. “It’s not just a contest.” He told Will, “It’s the annual di Angelo Gingerbread making contest and Hazel -” he spat her name out like a curse. “Has won for the past four years.”

“So you’re kind of competitive?” Will said after a moment, that being apparently the only thing he took away from the conversation. Nico gritted his teeth.

“Listen.” Nico pulled away from his work for a single moment, cutting his glare back to the other boy, who didn’t even flinch. “The winner of the Gingerbread contest wins three things - they win the stupid certificate Hades prints up, they get to open the first present on Christmas morning, and -” Nico took a breath, “they get to pick the movie we watch on Christmas Eve.”

Will stared at him for a long moment before breaking. “Okay, you said that like it really meant something and I’m trying but I’m totally coming up empty. What’s the big deal?”

Nico took a steadying breath. “Hazel has won for the last four years.”

Will nodded slowly. “Yes? And…?”

“Hazel’s favorite movie is Love Actually .” Nico grabbed Will’s collar, pulling him down in a movement of anger and desperation. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to sit through Love Actually at this point?”

“....four?”

Nico let go of Will’s collar, shaking his head before dropping it into his palms. “I can’t do it again. I can’t. It’s such a trash movie and - and it’s not even a little good and all the characters are such horrible people I hate it so much.”

Nico turned back to the gingerbread house, his hands nearly shaking with nerves. And probably anger. Nico was an odd one.

“This is the creation of a broken man.” Will observed, pushing back a dripping candy bead back in place. Will observed him for a moment before taking pity upon the other boy and holding out a hand. “I’ve got steady hands, hand it over.”

Nico gave him a suspicious look before passing along the piping bag. “If you mess it up, I will kill you. Please, have no reservations about that fact.”

“Thanks, babe.”

Nico gritted his teeth, wanting to snap at the other boy despite the supposedly unterrible work he was putting out with the icing pipe. Nico pushed his shoulders back, relishing the crack that came along from the action, and took a moment to stretch his stiff muscles. He glanced over, and wasn’t surprised to see his sister already looking over, challenging him.

Hazel was staring at them with narrowed eyes, Frank a happy contradicting presence at her side. Both di Angelo siblings glared at each other, their hostility almost a physical presence between them. Frank waved at Will from his place, and Will happily grinned back.

“Are you ready to watch the best romance holiday film of all time?” Hazel asked after a moment, staring directly at her brother.

Nico scoffed, “You say that like we’ve actually seen it before.”

Hazel clenched her jaw, her hands fists at her sides, and turned to whisper something to Frank. Nico looked at her creation in front of them, scowling a bit. Hazel’s art major hand was clear in the creation, and despite Nico thinking Will’s steady medical hands might bring them a leg up, he had forgotten Frank would have the same advantage. He frowned, looking back to their own, and grabbed a handful of candy vines to bring hanging them over the roof.

Will continued the detailed icing design on the roof, secretly pleasing to the eye, and Nico only scowled at him a bit less in return.

Will shot him a look over his work. “So, Hot Topic, what are you going to make us watch?” Will gave him an amused look, “Lemme guess, Nightmare before Christmas? I bet Tim Burton’s your god, isn’t he?”

Nico huffed out a breath. Fuck. He had been planning on that movie. It was a quality film, okay? And it was a damn good piece of art, fuck Will. “No.” Nico told him, tipping up his chin. “You’ll see.”

The annual di Angelo Gingerbread House Making Contest had been a tradition in their family for years - something Nico’s mother had insisted on when he and Bianca were barely walking. Hades had told him it was something Maria’s family had always done, and something she had been ecstatic to pass onto her own family. Even after she died, he and Bianca begged Jules-Albert to drive them to the local drugstore in order to buy cheap kits with chalky icing and stale pre-cut gingerbread slices.

The Christmas after Bianca died had been difficult, of course. It was too dark and too cold in their Chicago home, and that was before Hazel had come along wrapped in the glowing light she always seemed to have. With Nico alone and dark and angry, that Christmas had been the only one without the contest. They ended up flying to some sandy remote island on Christmas Eve that year, unable to lug down any decorations and too guilty and sad to allow any light into their dark home.

But despite their one year of grief, they continued the tradition. Nico thinks his mom would have liked that. Bianca would have.

Because despite the hostility the two of them were glaring at each other at the moment, this was the favorite of Hazel and Nico’s traditions. Nico, because of the memory of his mother brushing a lipsticked kiss over his forehead as he pushed edges of cookie together, and his sister grinning in triumph as their parents presented her with the winning certificate. Hazel, because this tradition - the tradition of cookie and icing and candy all pressed together to create something beautiful - was her first Christmas anything after a mother who was too distant and cold to ever consider anything of the likes.

It was their favorite, which was maybe why they didn’t hold back their glares or trash-talk or sarcastic comments.

Hazel rolled her eyes at him as he arranged a few candy canes around the house, fluffing up the dried coconut flakes acting as snow and readjusting the peppermint circles accenting the small gingerbread door.

The hour was nearly up, as they nearly were done. He whispered urgent orders to the other boy, a picture of patience for once, as Nico ordered he adjust the gumdrops and be careful with the powdered sugar and for christ’s sake will, fix the goddamn snowflakes.

Will did as told without argument, smiling slightly when Nico wasn’t looking at the seriousness in his tone, and the small line that appeared between his eyebrows as he considered their work.

“This is a lot better than what I usually make.” Nico muttered, “We actually have a chance.”

Hades and Persephone came into the kitchen, smiling warmly despite the tense feeling in the air, and waited as the last few seconds counted down on the timer, and the siblings made their last frantic touches.

“Time’s up! Step away, my children.” Hades stepped forward, his arms behind his back. They all did as told, Will wrinkling his nose as the dried icing smeared across his fingers, and waited as the adults examined both houses.

“I love the colors of this one.” Persephone remarked, looking down at Hazel’s. “It’s very colorful.”

Hades peered down at theirs. “But this piping detail is absolutely exquisite.”

They both remarked like this for a few more minutes, probably enjoying playing the part, before dipping out of the room for a few moments to decide.

They returned, wearing matching grins, and Hades stepped forward with an air of elegance and importance.

“And the winner of this year’s annual di Angelo Gingerbread House Creation Contest is….” Hades, always the one for dramatics, dragged out the silence just enough that both of his children began to shift their weight in impatience.

“Nico and Will!” Hades presented the certificate with a flourish, both Nico’s and Will’s name printed out in his father’s elegant handwriting. It was stamped with their family crest in red wax - Nico briefly scoffed at the idea of them actually having a family crest as he always did - but accepted the thick, expensive feeling parchment with a small smile.

He shot Hazel a smug smile, watching her jaw clench as she crossed her arms. She finally dropped her arms and sighed, looking over their creation with a critical eye.

“You and Will did an okay job.” She finally relented. “Even if we can’t watch the best Christmas movie in the world, I guess it deserved to win.”

Nico dropped his smirk in favor of a genuine smile directed towards his sister, and just like that, the tension of the past hour faded away. She smiled at them, before she and Frank took both of their houses to the kitchen and left he and Will alone.

Nico passed the certificate to Will, “Here. You can have it.”

Will smiled, taking the paper and looking it over. “Really?” He traced their names in Hades’s elegant handwriting, and rubbed his finger over the wax seal. “You sure? Apparently this is di Angelo history, you actually winning.”

Nico grinned, shoving his shoulder. “Not like it’ll be the last. I plan on never having to watch that horrible movie ever again.”

Will hummed, still looking over the paper. “You’ll have to make sure to get such a great partner next year as well.”

Nico bit his lip, “Yeah, um, next year.” He sighed, glancing away, and changed the subject. “Hey, you hungry? Let’s grab a snack.”

Will let him go ahead first, following Hazel and Frank into the kitchen, and stared at the certificate for a moment longer.

This, unlike so many other things, Nico would notice.

#my fic #rental love #rosy writes #Percy Jackon and the Olympians #solangelo #Nico di Angelo #Will solace #christmas au #fake relationship #boyfriend for hire au

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Wir sind die Könige - VIII.

5 years earlier.

Aph stood up from her airplane seat, after a few people had already gotten off the plane. She put on the beanie on her short blonde hair, and after collecting her carry-on she got out and dove herself in the German fall weather.

She instinctively smiled, happy to have come home. Slowly walking at the arrival part of Tegel airport, she called herself a cab and decided to be treated like the goddess she was. Aph deserved it, after what was going on.

It didn't take long to arrive at the familiar building she had learned to love so much. It was a dismissed electricity central, that had been turned into a design lover's dream. She got out the cab, looking around and loving to be in Berlin again after all these months in New York. She had gotten used to love the USA, her small studio apartment in Queens, the dream she was starting to build to help the men and the women she loved so dearly. But yet, no place in her heart was quite like Berlin.

"Fräulein Aphrodite!" The doorman greeted her, and then helped her to carry her suitcase. "Es ist so gut um dir noch mal zu sehen. Herzlich wilkommen." Aph left a kiss on the doorman's cheek.

"Danke, Udo." she replied. "I am afraid my German needs to be polished a bit." The doorman laughed, and opened the door for her.

"Shall I call..."

"No," Aph added very quickly. "I want to go upstairs on my own. It's a surprise, nobody knows I'm here." Udo smiled back under his grey moustache.

"Gut. Dann, you can go upstairs and nobody will hear a thing." At the same moment, from the rehearsal room came a thundering sound, made of heavy guitars and a very powerful drums rhythm. Aph smiled from ear to ear. Rammstein was playing, and there was no better sound in the world.

The doorman showed her to the elevator, and they both entered. Aph looked at herself. She adjusted a tuft of hair on her forehead, and smoothed down her beige coat. She surely looked more tired since the last time she had seen him. Yet, she had known him for so many years - or better, centuries, - that she was sure he would appreciated the sight of her face in any condition.

The elevator doors opened, and with her heart bumping like crazy in her chest, she stepped out. Following the music, she walked towards the door where she could hear it louder, and taking a deep breath, she opened it by pushing on the handle. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The door opened, and one by one she caught sight of all of them.

Like magic, almost as if they knew that Aph was coming, they had stopped playing. Doom, sitting behind the drums, let down the drumsticks to pick up a bottle of water. Paul, sitting cross-legged on his huge amplifier, who still bobbed his head to the rhythm in his mind. Then there was Oliver, sweet Oliver, that was cleaning his reading glasses with a hem of his shirt, as his bass guitar was still hanging from his tall figure. Flake, drinking coffee from a cup that had drawn Batman on it. Till, with the microphone between his teeth, too focused on his lyrics, that kept on scribbling down on a Moleskine.

Her eyes, almost moved by the emotion of seeing them all again, enjoyed the sensation of peace and deep affection that they all woke up in her heart. Until…

"Is it...is it a dream? Am I awake?"

His voice. Aph’s lips curved into the most beautiful smile ever. She couldn’t even turn around completely that she already had Richard’s hands take her face and passionately pull it in for a kiss. First, he left one on her forehead. ‘He knows I love it.’ Then, he kissed her lips, not before smiling at her. Richard. Ares. It didn’t really matter to her. The scruff on his cheeks and his jaws gently tickled her. His dark hair was all spiked up, as usual. He was wearing a simple grey sweatshirt, and despite looking tired – Aph could tell that he had been working a lot, - he was terribly handsome. As ever. And it was always incredible to get back to him.

“Aph!” Paul stood up, and went to hug her. Richard snorted at the fact that he had momentarily pulled her away from him. Yet, he smiled at the scene with arms crossed.

“Hey.” She replied, hugging him tight. “Hello everybody. Missed me?” Aph waved at the other members of the band – and of her family, - and they all looked genuinely happy to see her.

“Hi beautiful.” Till spoke. He was massive, and huge. Elegant. Aph went up to him, and hugged him as well. Till held her close for a moment, before she went on saying hi to all the others.

“Have you…?” Flake whispered to her ear.

“Shush.” Aph said to him, so low that no one could hear her. Flake bit his lower lip, and smiled. It was a huge, naughty smile, of someone that knew something that should be kept secret. “Be a good boy.” She added, to which Flake laughed.

“You look radiant, by the way.” Flake said, leaving another kiss on her temple.

“Enough with the secrets.” Richard said. “Have a seat, babe. How was your flight?” Aph let down herself on the comfortable leather couch next to Oliver. The tall man offered her a bottle of beer, taking it out of the small fridge on the side of the sofa. Aph pulled up her hand, in a gesture that meant that she didn’t want one.

“Thanks Oli, but not now.” Aph continued. “The flight was not bad. I’m just terribly hungry.” Richard caressed the top of her head, then leant in to leave another gentle kiss on her. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but being drawn to her. Her jeans ripped in some points on her thighs, the striped white a blue shirt that hid the morbid curves of her breasts, the small freckles on her nose, that were usually more visible during the summer…when Aphrodite was in the room, there was no hope for anybody. She was the center of his everything. So much, that he found himself almost staring at her. “Richard?”

“…Ja?”

“Alles gut?”

“Ja.” He added. “Alles gut.” Flake, from the end of the room, looked at the scene. He wasn’t a man – or God, - that used to have so negative thoughts, despite being the God of the Underworld. In that moment, Flake was experiencing one of the most beautiful feelings: hope. And he got that just by looking at Aph and Richard, watching as they interacted, as their hands touched each other, as they created their magic.

“You know something. Don’t you?” Doom said to Flake. Flake took off his glasses, and polished them with the hem of his button up plaid shirt.

“The time will come.”

“I hate when you say these spooky-God-of-death-and-life things…” Doom replied, with a small laugh.

“Let’s go eat something.” Paul looked for consense all around the rehearsal room.

“Something greasy. And with potatoes.” Aph, excited like a little kid, pointed at Paul. He winked at her, and started collecting his things, putting away his black ESP guitar.

“We know just the spot.” Oliver added. He high fived with Aph, and Richard let a laugh out.

After a while, they were sitting at the tables of one of the most famous hamburger den in Berlin. Till knew the owner, and he had made sure that the place had been reserved for them only, so that they could have some peace. Aph was sitting at the wooden table, between Richard and Paul. She cleaned the edge of her mouth with the back of her hand, as a drop of homemade mayonaise was going down on her chin.

“Whatever this thing is, I want another one.” She added, as she kept on eating. Richard put the tip of his index finger in the small cup of barbecue sauce in front of them, and gently pushed it on Aph’s nose. Paul laughed as he finished his first hamburger, before standing up to order another one.

“Mein kleines, hungriges Mädchen.” He replied to her, as the others watched the scene, amused.

“Let her be, airplane food is awful.” Till justified her. “It makes you even hungrier.” Aph nodded, and after cleaning her nose she dipped her finger in the sauce as well; she slid it on Richard’s face, from between the nose and downwards.

“Thanks, Till.” She said, with a chuckle. Richard stood still for a minute, with a stupid, cute smile on his face. He then grabbed a paper towel, and cleaned his face.

Aph took a moment to glance at the men sitting with them. They had been together since the dawn of time, literally. Getting adjusted to life in the mortal world hadn’t been easy, that was for sure. Thanks to Paul’s help – who knew humans better than most Gods, - they had made it. All of them had created a nice, happy life on that corner of the Universe. They had families, they had kids. Some of them, had kids and didn’t even know it – just like in the old mythology books. It was so good being one of ‘them’. She istinctively brushed her hand on her belly, and looked straight into Flake’s eyes. Hades touched her hand under the table, for a brief moment. Almost as if he wanted to tell her ‘you can do it’. Aph then waited for Paul to come back to the table, and then cleared her throat.

“Ah, plane cough. I hate it.” Richard said, as he patted her on her back.

“No, Reesh. I just wanteed to gather attention from everybody.” Aph added, putting down her hamburger. The guys looked at her, expecting. Cars kept on passing by, the U-Bahn was just stopping by the station above their heads. Doom looked at Flake, once again. Oliver looked at Paul in an expression that meant ‘So what?’. Richard, of course, was the most focused.

“I discovered it about…”

“…two months ago.” Flake pointed out. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. Richard immediately looked at Flake, puzzled.

“Thanks, Flake.” Aph rolled her eyes.

“At least tell me if it’s something good or-“

“Good. The best, actually.” Aph put a hand on Richard’s mouth, so he would finally shut up. Then she took a deep breath. “You’re…you’re becoming a father, Richard.” She took his hand, and placed it on her belly. Richard let his jaw fall open, incapable of letting out any sound. Everything seemed to be muffled up, like they were in a cloud.

“Das war so schwer.” Flake sighed, then widened his long arms and went to hug both Richard and Aph. “Congratulations you two!” Paul almost coughed out the hamburger mouthful because of the happiness he was feeling. Oliver just felt like applauding, and joined the others for the hug.

“That’s a huge step.” Till commented, not without a smile on his face. “But it will be one of the best steps you can take, that I can assure you.” Aph smiled back at Till, and thanked him silently. He was one that she always liked to count on. And she knew how he was always there. He had always been, actually.

“It will be so nice to have another little one around.” Doom said, as he got closer to Aph and left a kiss on her temple. “Richard?”

“Love?”

The combination of Aph and Doom’s voice brought him back to reality. Being as delicate as he could be, he squeezed Aph’s hand, and brushed the tip of his fingers on her belly.

“It’s real, Richard.” Aph whispered to his ear. “It’s absolutely real.” She caressed his face, almost as if she wanted to reassure him. Richard felt his eyes fill with tears. Tears of the most incontrollable happiness. He leant his face in the space between her shoulder and her neck, and closed his eyes.

“I love you, Aph. This is going to be the biggest challenge of my immortal life.”

“I know.” She added, as she left a kiss on his forehead. “Have a drink on me, everybody.” Aph grabbed her glass of lemon water, and held it up. The others held up their hands, their fingers wrapped around their beers.

“To life.” Flake proposed.

“To life.” All of them repeated.

As they all toasted, Richard felt a shiver cross his back. He looked around, and it seemed to him that there was somebody staring at him. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation. Yet, he shook it off very quickly. He wrapped both of his arms around Aph’s chest, and said to her ear, once again, that he loved her. He said it so many times, almost as if he wanted to kick away the unpleasant moment he had just lived.

To be continued.

#rammstein #ramms+ein #r+#richard kruspe #till lindemann #oliver riedel #flake lorenz #doom schneider #christoph schneider #christian lorenz #fanfiction #story #mareavera #fanfic #greek gods au

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