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[annabelle--cane]

Demigods in S P A C E ! ! !

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Words: 1,074

Inspired by this prompt

There will be 1-2 more chapters after winter break is over.

For kanejghafa!!!!!! :) :) Happy 2016 gift exchange!

   Thalia wandered aimlessly through the never ending red-desert surface of Mars. It had been a week or two since they’d all set up the base, and the gang was getting festive inside, as it was Christmas time back on Earth. However, her lovely companions had tried hanging ornaments on her one-too-many times, so she had decided to storm out symbolically and return after a few minutes. She was intent on trying to kick a rock in a straight line, but that was proving difficult, as her suit didn’t allow her to see her toes, and Mars gravity was Fucking Ridiculous. You could call Thalia Beryl Grace many things, but a quitter wasn’t one of them. She kept trying to align her foot with the rock without ever looking down.    After missing the stone a few times, Thalia’s big toe connected with something far heavier and larger than a little rock. Onlookers would have heard a dull clunk sound, followed immediately by the mighty daughter of Zeus hopping up and down on one foot while unsuccessfully trying to clutch at the other in the universal gesture of “Ow! Stubbed toes are the worst!”    She eventually flung down her foot and crouched to see what object had caused her such suffering. She could she the sunlight bouncing off of something, but it was too covered in dust for her to properly make out its shape. She tried pulling it out of the ground. One, two, three… there we go! Thalia looked at the staff-like object enclosed in her fist. A scowl set into her face, and her left eye began to twitch.    “Fuck.”

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how would you help someone who’s been disowned for being bi? 

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if any of you guys have experienced something like this pls help

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44 Solangelo or 15 Lightning McLean

44 solangelo

sorry it took so long, i couldn’t write last night because i had my step sister in my room but here it is, i hope you like it!

I haven’t read toa yet so sorry if it’s a bit ooc!

prompt: “if you die, im going to kill you.”

Word count: 757

Will sat on his bunk, trying tobuild up the courage to go over to the Hades’ cabin to say goodbye to Nico. Theyoung boy was going cross-country to help his sister with something he hadn’texplained properly to Will. He stared down at the coffee cup in his handsdebating whether this was a good idea They had be getting along relatively wellsince the Giant War, but still this was Nico, who wasn’t that keen on humaninteraction, though he was getting better.

“Fuck it.” Will muttered tohimself, he was going to do it, he was going to have a conversation. He downedthe rest of his coffee but regretted it as soon as the boiling hot drinkscorched his mouth. “Shit!” He yelled hanging his tongue out of his mouth likea dog and fanning his hand to try and cool it down.

After a cold glass of water hefixed his hair, left his cabin and started walking only to turn around after herealised he was going the wrong way. He marched to the Hades’ cabin and knockedon the door with confidence before realising he had no idea what he was goingto say once Nico opened the door. He almost turned to run away when Nico openedthe door.

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101 Turtles ~ A Frazel Date

This was requested a long time ago on my main blog by @hunk-muffin (new URL and you didn’t tell me?  I’m wounded.)  Hope this is okay . . .

~Bunny K

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100 dates.  Frank had taken Hazel on 100 dates exactly.  They weren’t silly little things like sparring practice or bathing elephants (which some Camp Jupiter couples seemed to count as dates for some reason).  These were proper dates, things like restaurants and movies and shopping trips (he had recently introduced Hazel to the concept of the credit card, which might have been a mistake on his part, but that’s another story), and Frank loved them.  He loved her, his Hazel, and for that reason, he needed to make their 101st date a special one.  He had to do something unexpected, something Hazel would adore.  Something she’d never forget . . .

As it turned out, that wasn’t a very easy task.  Hazel was just so perfect, and Frank was only human.  If she were a goddess, he’d be the dirt beneath her sandals.  Heck, she probably was a goddess and he just didn’t know it yet.  But either way, she deserved perfection, and Frank intended to give her that.  Naturally, he turned to something New Orleans-style first . . .

“What the heck are you trying to cook?”

Frank snapped around, sending a coated spoon flying right at the speaker . . . Jason.  It hit him square in the forehead, and then landed on the ground.  The contents of the pot it had been in now covered Jason’s face and the floor where the spoon had landed.

Jason grimaced as he touched a finger to his forehead.  Whatever was on it was sticky.  

“What is this?”

“Uh . . .”  Frank shrugged slightly.  “It’s supposed to be gumbo.  For Hazel.”

Jason snorted. “Gumbo?  Aren’t you Chinese?”

“Canadian,” Frank mumbled.

“Whatever.  Point is you can’t cook gumbo.”

“Sure I can.”

“Can’t.  This looks more like sludge to me.”

“Sludge gumbo then.”

“No.  Just sludge.”

Frank sighed deeply before turning the stove off.  He dumped the “sludge gumbo” down the sink drain before proceeding to clean up his mess. He was back at square A.

“What’s all this for anyway?” Jason asked as he handed Frank his new enemy (aka the wooden spoon).  “I get that it’s for Hazel, but what’s the occasion?  It’s not her birthday.”

Frank shook his head. “Our 101st date is coming up.”

Jason made a crooked smile. “You count?”

“You don’t?”

Jason winced.  “Uh . . . no.  But that doesn’t mean I care less than you do.”

“Uh huh.”  Frank put the pot and spoon away.  “I wanted to do something special for her,” he continued. “She deserves it.”

“I see you already tried the yummy route.”

“Yup.”

“And I see that already failed.”

“Yup.”

“So you need a new plan.”

“Yup.”

“Want some help?”

“Nope.”  Frank took a note pad out of his back pocket and started flipping through it.  “I have a few other ideas.”

“Do any of them involve spoons flying at my face?”

“As far as I can tell, no.”

“Then I give you full and complete support in your quest for the perfect 101st date.”

“Great, but you’re not allowed to help me.  This is my girlfriend, my 101st date, my problem.  Go calculate the number of dates you’ve been on with Piper or something.  I’m sure she’ll appreciate it someday.”

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Jason didn’t help Frank at all after that.  Plans two, three, four, and five all wound up with Frank getting either burned, cut, flung into a lake (courtesy of Percy), or dropped from a ridiculous height.  He was starting to feel like a cartoon character. What next?  A piano dropping from nowhere?  Dynamite exploding in his hands?  Daffy Duck showing up?  Frank couldn’t be sure at that point.  He needed inspiration.  He needed . . . Hazel.

But no.  He couldn’t let her know he was planning anything. It all had to remain a complete surprise . . .  

“You’re such a turtle.”

Frank jumped in shock. Nico was standing behind him. That kid could creep even Hades out.

“Wh-what?” Frank gasped. “A turtle?”

Nico shrugged.  “Hazel calls you her turtle sometimes.  She says it’s because you’re kind of shelled-in and have a hard time expressing your feelings for her the way you really want to. I think it’s because you’re a slow thinker.”

Frank frowned.  “Hey . . .”

“I’m just saying.  I don’t think Hazel wants some amazing thing from you.  I think she just wants you to be able to truly open up to her.  To be her . . . what did she call you?  Teddy bear in a turtle shell.  Or something like that.”

“Frank, the shape-shifting Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle from Canada.”  That was Percy.  He had no idea what Frank and Nico were talking about, but as long as he had the opportunity to make a reference to pizza-loving turtles, he was going to butt into the conversation.  

“Percy, we’re having a serious talk here,” Frank sighed.

“Pizza-loving ninja turtles are serious,” Percy pointed out.  “At least they are to me.”

“You don’t even know what we’re talking about.”

“Sure I do,” Percy said. “You’re going to shift into a ninja turtle for your 101st date!  That’d be awesome!”

“You need to re-evaluate the term ‘romantic date’, Percy.”

“Oh come on!  You know Hazel would be head-over-heels for a Leonardo or a Michelangelo!”  He struck a ninja pose.  “A Frankonardo.”

Frank snorted back a laugh. “No.”

Percy shrugged.  “Turtles.  Pizza. 101st date.  You’ll figure something out.”  

“I don’t even know if Hazel likes pizza.”

“If she says she doesn’t, she’s lying.”

“I don’t know if she likes turtles either.”

Nico was shaking his head at that point with irritation.  “I’ve got to get out of here . . .”

“You go,” Frank said slowly. “I think I might have an idea . . .   Percy, I need you.”

Percy saluted Frank sharply. “Yes sir, Frankonardo!”

“Stop.”

“Frankangelo!”

“Sounds like I’m related to Nico.”

“How about just The Zhang?”

“Percy, you watch too much TV . . .”

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Frank thought he was going to die because of Percy a couple times that day.  That guy could be annoying.  Frank hadn’t ever heard so much about pizza in his entire life . . . but Percy was a great help to him.  His pizza talk was just something he’d have to tolerate.

“There you go,” Percy said after a while.  He and Frank were standing by the ocean.  They were surrounded by a small army of . . . 101 sea turtles.  

“Do you think Hazel will like it?”

Percy made a crooked smile. “Of course!  Who wouldn’t like to be surprised with an army of turtle ninjas?”

“You’re almost as crazy as Leo.”

“So I’ve been told. So I’ve been told.”

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Hazel was confused as Frank led her out to the beach later that evening.  “You look nervous . . .”

Frank shrugged.  “I’m fine.”  He wasn’t.  What if she didn’t like the date he’d planned?  What if she called him crazy?

“Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

Hazel bit her lip. Frank was clearly the opposite of “completely sure.”  And then she looked down and saw the baby sea turtle trying to climb onto her bare foot. She gasped.  “IT’S SO CUTE!  FRANK LOOK AT IT!”  Hazel picked the baby turtle up and stared at it with shining eyes.  “It looks like you.”

Frank raised an eyebrow. “It does?”

Hazel nodded.  “See?”  She stuck the turtle up in Frank’s face.

Frank stared at the turtle for a moment.  He had to admit that it looked oddly similar to himself.  Maybe it was the eyes . . .

“It’s so precious!” Hazel went on.  “We can help it back to the ocean.  Poor thing was going the wrong way.”

Frank couldn’t help but grin.  Hazel was so caring . . .   “We can definitely do that.”

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Finding one turtle was a surprise to Hazel.  Finding 100 others waiting around the beach was a total shock.  

“Whoa,” Hazel gasped. She looked down at the tiny turtle in her hands.  “Are these all your family?  How do you remember who all your brothers and sisters are?”

The turtle, of course, didn’t respond.  Frank was thankful for that.  No talking turtles meant that none of them were pizza-eating mutants either.  

“I thought we could have dinner out here,” Frank explained.  “Percy helped me set up a little picnic amongst the turtles.”

Hazel laughed.  “That sounds perfect.  And little Rosebud here can eat with us.”

Frank raised his eyebrows. “Rosebud?”

Hazel nodded.  “I named our little friend.  She’s a bitty budding rose.”

Frank made a crooked smile. Hazel was so adorable sometimes . . .

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Dinner went surprisingly well considering that there were 101 turtles surrounding the couple.  It was odd, but Frank felt like the turtles knew to keep their distance a bit.  Percy must have talked to them.  The only one that got to share in the meal was bitty Rosebud, who munched on strawberries that Hazel provided.  

“This is great,” Hazel said with a grin.  “So many turtles . . . and they’re all so beautiful . . .”

“You really like it?” Frank asked.  “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to make things good enough . . .”

“You worry too much. You don’t need to work so hard to impress me.  I’m just glad I have you.”

Frank grinned.  “And you have Rosebud now too.”

Hazel laughed.  “Yes.  I have you and Rosebud.  I have a big teddy turtle and a bitty baby turtle.”

Frank made a small, crooked smile.  “That’s right . . . that’s right . . .”  And it was pretty much the best 101st date Frank could have asked for . . .

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I decided to write this little fanfic after reading this. [x] I haven’t written in awhile, so tell me what you guys think. :)

Hazel sat there in the booth, watching her glass of water sweat and the ice cubes clink together. She sighed as looked at her phone to check the time. 7:24 PM, an hour and a half late.

"Excuse me, miss.” Hazel jumped as she looked up at the waitress standing next to her, smiling a bit. “Are you ready to order?"

Hazel slightly bit the edge of her lip. “I’m pretty sure he will be here, any minute now actually.” She saw apologetic expressions, not only on the waitress, but the other diners around her too. Hazel called out before the waitress turned away. “BUT!” Her voice a little high, she cleared her throat, “I will have a caesar salad please- while I wait for him.” The waitress wrote down her order, smiling, and turned away.

Hazel sighed again as she silently chastised herself, thinking that she should have just left but ordered her food in the heat of the moment when the other customers watched.  Taking a sip of her already luke warm water, she thought about him.

Her date was a random guy in her Ancient Civilization Class that she meet on the first day of the new semester. He was kind and funny; easily the popular guy, but with her he always went out of his way to ask her how she was and what she was up to. After a while, Hazel took the bold chance and asked him out.

When she set up the date the first time, she made excuses when he didn’t show. But for the second time in a row? “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” She deserves better than this and with a determined look in her eyes, she made a decision. After she ate and paid for her salad, she was going to leave, whether he shows up or not.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Alrighty guys, we gotta pay this up front. You ready to go?”

Frank nodded with agreement at his cousin, Percy, followed by their friends, Leo and Jason.

“Man the food here is always good.” said Jason as he ran his fingers through his short blonde hair., his blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction through his glasses.

Leo then smiled as he put on his brown leather jacket over a grease stained shirt and tan skin. “Yeah but nothing can beat my cooking.” He said with confidence, his eyes brown twinkled with mischief. Then he laughed, his curly brown hair bouncing everywhere.

“True,” said his cousin Percy. With tan skin, sea green eyes, and black short hair sticking up everywhere, his cousin is popular with the girls at the campus, but he remains a loyal boyfriend to a girl named Annabeth. “Maybe we can invite Nico next time, when he doesn’t have a date with Will.”

Everyone agrees to that. Nico, who is their other friend of the group, is two years younger than they are. A lanky kid with deep sunken eyes and black hair that seemed to cover his face, he was kinda hard to approach. But he was an great study partner in our group and an awesome friend watching their backs  

As Frank went to grabbed his stuff, his eyes can’t help but look back to the corner of the restaurant again. His eyes again were instantly drawn to the prettiest- heck more like beautiful girl he has ever seen: deep mocha colored skin, golden eyes that seemed to twinkle like gems, and cinnamon brown curly hair- she was perfect to him.

As they got up, Frank frowned as the waitress dropped off the girl’s salad at her table. “She was starting to eat now?” He thought, “But...she has been here longer then we have.” From the way she was dressed with the yellow sundress, the golden gladiator sandals, her hair done up in nice high pony tail, it dawned on him that she could possibility be waiting for her date to show up.

“Did she get stood up? What kind of guy makes a beautiful girl like her wait?!” His anger mounted when he came to that conclusion.

As they reached the cashier to pay for their meal, he turned to Percy. “Pay for me.”

“What?” Percy was taken aback saw the sudden anger in his cousin’s face.

“Pay for me and I will pay you back later,” he said through grated teeth.

“But...” Percy looked around, wondering what could have possibly ticked off his peaceful cousin. His eyes settled on a dark skinned girl sitting at the other end of the restaurant, who had a look irritation mixed with disappointment. Turning back to him, Percy saw the seriousness and determination in his dark eyes and he smiled. He brought out his keys and placed it in his hand, surprising him. “Jason will give me a ride home. Make sure you tell us how it goes okay?”

Frank took them with gratitude. Guess that’s what happens when you practically grow up with someone who was almost like a brother. He grinned, “Thanks Jackson, I owe you.”

Percy laughed. “Damn right, Zhang!”

With one final nod, Frank broke away from them and began to think of a battle strategy as he walked toward the opposite end of the restaurant.

*~*~*~*~*~*

As he walked over and kept his eyes on her, he started to get nervous and...oh man, what was he going to say? What was he going to do once he got there?

“Just calm down. You can do this. YOU. CAN. DO. THIS.” By the time Frank got a handle of his nerves, he neared the table.

Hazel just had her 5th bite of salad when somebody slid into the seat across from her.

She stopped mid chew, looked up, and...oh my god. At first she thought it was her late date and was about to give him a piece of her mind, but it was someone else entirely. He was a big burly guy, looks to be asian and about a year or two older than her if not the same age. As he looked at her though, he had such a handsome smile as he made eye contact with her but he had a nervous look in his eye though. What does he have to be nervous about?

Finishing her bite and straightening up she asked wearily, “Um...may I help you?” 

The guy looked even more nervous at her question and, taking deep breath he said, “I-I’m sorry for disturbing you but I couldn’t help but see that you were alone and I had to come up and talk to you. Is it okay? I’m not disturbing you am I?”

Hazel just stared at him and couldn’t believe what she heard. A random guy just coming out from nowhere wanting to talk to her? She looked away, hiding the mix of emotions on her face before asking, “Why? Why me?”

She couldn’t see his reaction but she could hear the seriousness and frown in his voice before saying, “Because a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be alone.” She peeked at him from the side, still trying to hide from him before he added. “And...” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I-I would like to get to know you as well.”

Hazel turned around to face him in disbelief. She thought he came over here out of pity or something, but...he wanted to get to know her. And she has to admit, he is a handsome guy but he is also sweet and a gentleman with him coming up to talk to her.

She dig into her salad, blushing and smiling. “That is...sweet of you...?”

“Oh! Frank. My name is Frank Zhang.” He grinned brightly. She chuckled and introduced herself. “Well, my name is Hazel Levesque.”

“Hazel...,” he said, the name rolling off his tongue. “I like it. It’s nice to meet you,” he smiled. Hazel felt giddy when hearing him say her name but continued to look down at her food and tried to polish it off. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Trying to contain his emotions, Frank leaned forward a bit and placed his crossed arms on the table, his leg jiggling though. “So Hazel, what are you doing after dinner?”

Hazel looked Frank first before glancing at the time and sighing, she gathered the rest of the salad. “Unfortunately, I have to head home my brother doesn’t want me out too late.” Just when she thought her night was turning around, she has to make if home before it got late or her brother would worry. She loves her brother and she knows he worries but sometimes...

She looked back up to see that Frank was disappointed as she was. “Oh.”

As she finished her meal and got up, he shot up straight to his feet too. “Lemme!” He grabbed his backpack and took Percy’s keys out. “I’ll drive you home.”

Hazel flushing, she stuttered at his offer.  “Oh no! You don’t have to!”

Frank then walked up to her, close enough to feel the warmth radiate from his body and she saw just how tall he was too. He smiled kindly, “No. I would like to, if you don’t mind.”

Hazel gave him the most sweetest smile, thinking that she really like Frank and wouldn’t mind getting to know him more as she nodded yes, accepting his offer.

She paid for her meal at the front, Frank escorted her to the car, and they were well on their way to her house. And as she watched the house go by on the window, she thought about the probability of seeing Frank again.

They pulled up to her house and she got out of the car, Frank already there holding it open. “I’ll walk you up,” he said.

Walking up to her house, Hazel didn’t want to think of probabilities. She wanted to see Frank again. Reaching her door she turned towards him, courage in her eyes. Yeah, she may have been disappointed by her first date but Frank....Frank didn’t seem to be the type to hurt anybody so maybe...

“Would you-”

“So-”

They both talked at the same time and was stunned as they looked at each other. They bother started laughing, Frank’s a big laugh and Hazel trying to contain her’s. “You go first.” Hazel wanted to give Frank the chance to talk, to hear his voice.

Frank, realizing that he was given the spotlight, turned sheepish. “I-I still would like to get to know you more Hazel. I was wondering if...if you would like to go out this Saturday.”

Hazel smiled sweetly. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Frank smiled wide as he blushed. “Yea-yes. Yes. Would you like to go out on a date with me Hazel?”

She ducked her head down, delight spreading over. “Yes. I would love to go out on a date with you.”

Frank puffed out his chest, happiness filling him up. “Then let’s exchanged numbers.”

As they exchanged numbers and bid each other goodnight, promising to contact the other before Saturday, after the door closed, Frank turned around and skipped down towards the car. Getting in, he did a happy dance, his happiness shining through as he started the car and drove away.

He couldn’t wait until Saturday.

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Hall Monitors

(an AU in which Frank and Hazel are hall monitors and have to be in at nights because reasons)

THURSDAY- 

“I thought they said we would get a special Hall Monitor hat. All of the posters had hats on them.” said Frank, waving his flashlight beam in a circle.

“Well, we got a button.” Hazel said pensively. “It says ‘Monitor’ on it. And the flashlights. The flashlights are nice.” She ran her hand over the cool stone wall as they stalked down the hallways.

After a few more minutes of quiet walking, Frank stopped short, and put his arm up in front of Hazel to stop her movement. He put his finger to his lips in the universal “Shhbequietquiet” symbol and whispered, “Do you hear that?”

Hazel almost shook her head, but then she heard the ominous humming sound. “Shit.” she whispered back. Frank nodded, raised his arm and held up three fingers. Hazel gathered that he meant, “on the count of three”. He brought down his fingers down quickly, and they bolted around the corner of the corridor, and saw, yet again, a circle of what looked like six satanic wizards wearing black cloaks standing in a circle around a pentagram.

The six hooded weirdos scattered as soon as soon as Frank and Hazel rounded the corner, but it gave them a great sense of euphoria to hear them scream and run away. Again. “Holy shit. That was the tenth demon summoning this week.” Said Hazel, amidst heavy breathing. She saw Frank leaning over the the messy pentagram on the floor. He ran a finger over the the lines. Hazel felt mildly panicked for a second. “Is that-” she began, but was interrupted by Frank saying, “Yep, that’s carved into the floor.”

“But the janitor already hates us! How will we explain this? He’s not going to believe that a satanic cult routinely tries to summon demons in the hallways!”

Frank picked up one of the apparent chunks of quartz that had been kicked to the side and looked at it thoughtfully. “Well, that’s easy,” he lobbed it over to Hazel, “Next time, we catch them. I’ll bet you three pieces of dubious quartz that they turn up again within the next twenty minutes.”

Hazel tossed the rock between her gloved hands for a second, before smiling and saying, “You’re on. Let’s go.”

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Mod hazelevoosq here. I found a love for a ship that probably isn’t known as well as some others?? It’s ClarisseXLou Ellen. Nothing too bad, i suppose a part in it could be seen as angsty? Idk. Tell me what you guys all think!

Probably just gonna be a one-shot. A couple swearwords, just the f and s one. 

Word count: 1572

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Caffeine Addict

@trvistoll and I traded fics. Here’s my Solangelo Coffee Shop AU! I know, I know, overdone, but I love it so much

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A little too tipsy

I wanted to write a thing. So, I did! It’s monnor because I am trash. It’s not been read through because I’m tired, sorry! @percyandtheargonauts

Words:1448

-Mod Nork

Connor was just walking up the stairs to his apartment. It was really late- about three am, and didn’t expect to see anyone on the way up. It had been his brother’s birthday, and of course Connor had to act as the driver, and that meant drinking soft drinks while his friends got incredibly drunk.

The lift was out of order (again, he sighed). He trudged up the creaking stairs, humming a slow song. As he turned the corner, about to step onto the floor below his, he heard a muffled curse. He stepped onto the landing, and looked to the left. Sure enough, there stood a guy. He looked about Connor’s age, and a hell of a lot drunker than Connor was. The guy looked at Connor, eyes widening.

‘Oh my gods! You’re the cute guy that lives above me!’ the guy exclaimed, his words excited and slurred. The guy began moving towards Connor and he sighed in exasperation.

‘Hey, dude. We should get you to bed, okay? You’re gonna have a pounding headache tomorrow, aren’t ya?’ Connor asked the drunken boy. ‘My name’s Connor. Why-‘

The boy cut him off. ‘Connor… That’s a cool name. My name’s Mitchellll,’ the guy let the ‘l’ sound roll on for a while. He moved close to Connor and began to poke his cheek. Letting him do it, Connor decided, was better than having a possible drunken outburst on his hands.

‘Okay, Mitchell, let’s get you inside. Give me your keys for a sec,’ Connor said, before looking down the corridor. There were only a few doors, and he could remember which one Mitchell had been standing outside.

‘Don’t got them, cutie Connor. Your cheeks… squishiest ever. Not even Drew’s boys have cheeks as pokeable,’ Mitchell mumbled, and Connor smiled at him exhaustedly. He reached up and pulled Mitchell’s hand away from his face and pulled him gently toward the stairs, sighing. Mitchell seemed okay with the new turn of events and followed Connor as readily as a tired drunk could.

‘You’ll have to crash at my place tonight, alright? We’ll figure something out when you’re not as… inebriated,’ the sober boy said, while the drunken one just giggled at nothing in particular. Connor sighed again- that was all he seemed to be doing, he should be used to dealing with affectionate drunks by now. Travis was one of the soppiest drunks he knew.

Connor just nodded as Mitchell devolved into mumbling nonsense. They reached the next floor. Mitchell didn’t seem to have any plan on letting go of Connor’s hand anytime soon, so Connor had to awkwardly pull his keys from the opposite pocket. Eventually, he succeeded and put the key in the lock. Of course, it had to act up. Connor swore under his breath as he jiggled the key and the lock finally clicked and the door began to swing open. He retrieved his keys from the door and gently led the still-murmuring Mitchell into the first room and flicked on the light switch.

Connor’s apartment was rather mundane- the walls were painted a light grey, a neutral tone which he hadn’t bothered to change since he moved. A black sofa sat opposite the small TV and Wifi router. Behind the sofa, there was a desk the same length as the loveseat, with a regular computer sat on top. It was pushed against the wall, because directly behind the sofa was a flimsy table with two uncomfortable chairs (Connor only used it when he had company; when nobody else was around, he just ate on the sofa).

To his left was the small kitchen-thing. It consisted of two counters, a couple of cupboards, a rickety fridge and an unreliable oven. Luckily, he did own a good coffee maker and microwave- he mostly lived on the things cooked in the microwave and the strongest coffee he could brew. Straight ahead was his bathroom; the less said about that, the better. It was a horrible lime green that Connor couldn’t afford to change just yet.

On the right was the only door that really mattered, his bedroom. It had a lovely double bed in it. The walls were painted a dark red. He had actually taken care with that room.

His drunken guest let go of Connor’s hand, and he had to spend a few moments regaining the feeling in it. Shutting the door with as little sound as possible, he turned around to find his bedroom door ajar and no Mitchell. He m oved towards the bedroom, only to find Mitchell hadn’t even made it to the bed and was slumped on the floor. Connor hit the light switch and the lights came on, and Mitchell just snored. The boy rolled his eyes and sorted out his bed. Pulling all the covers to one side, he walked back to the sleeping boy and lifted him, grunting with the effort. Mitchell stayed blissfully asleep and mumbled something unintelligible but Connor just ignored him, focusing on getting him in the bed.

It was only after Connor had laid the sheets over the sleeping boy that he realised that he’d have to spend the night on the sofa. He smiled softly, shooting a look at the sleeping boy before grabbing a spare blanket from the wardrobe. He left the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door quietly.

Once outside the room, Connor looked at the sofa and grimaced slightly. ‘Damn those stupid drunken cute boys,’ he mumbled, before turning off the lights. He had to fumble for a few minutes in the darkness to get underneath the blanket and in a comfortable enough position to sleep. ‘Why’d I let him have my nice bed…He’d have slept just as nicely here,’ he muttered, before letting out one final sigh. Deciding that drunk strangers were just difficult to deal with, he shut his eyes and fell asleep.

Connor woke up to the sounds of shuffling and one of the doors creaking. He turned and sat up, facing the bedroom door just as Mitchell walked through it. He obviously caught the other boy off guard, and startled him enough for Mitchell to let out a little shriek.

‘Hey, mornin’! How was your night, Sleeping Beauty?’ Connor asked, grinning. He ran a hand through his hair and got off the sofa.

‘Who are you? I know you’re the guy who lives above me, but…Why am I here?’ Mitchel asked, having moved from the door slightly. He rubbed his eyes.

‘Man, you don’t remember anything? You really musta been hammered. I’m Connor,’ he introduced himself again. ‘You locked yourself out of your apartment, and I thought it was probably better you slept here rather than get kicked out for the night because you’re sleeping in the corridor. Want some coffee?’

‘Oh wow, I could so go for some coffee, thanks. I don’t even remember what happened last night,’ Mitchell said, taking a seat at the table. He shifted in his chair, Connor could hear it creaking. He just let his hands take over the regular ritual of morning coffee, and got Mitchell up to speed on what had happened that he himself had seen.

‘…so I pulled you up here and you passed out in my bed. I took the sofa, and here we are, about to drink some coffee,’ Connor finished, pulling a pair of mugs from a cupboard. He filled them with a practiced ease, and brought them over to the table, and took the seat opposite Mitchell. ‘You know how you’re gonna get back into your apartment?’

‘I’ll have to call Drew, I think. Get her to drop over her spare key and she’ll lecture me for an hour and leave. Fun,’ Mitchell groaned, sipping his coffee. ‘Woah, dude, this shit’s strong.’

‘Gotta have it like that- no point in a weak coffee,’ Connor shrugged, drinking some of his own. ‘I guess I’m just used to it after drinking it for the past six months.’

‘You mind if I hang around here for a little while before I ring up Drew?’

‘Where else would you go, Mitch? Not your own apartment because you locked yourself out, numbskull,’ Connor replied, taking another swig of his coffee. ‘And hey, if you stick around, maybe she’ll feel too awkward to lecture you?’ Connor winked, and Mitchell smiled into his coffee.

‘You know what? I like the way you think.’

Connor hoped his slight undercurrent of flirting was working. He certainly didn’t miss the little blush Mitchell hid behind his mug. He grinned mischievously.

It wasn’t a mistake when Mitchell returned to his apartment with his half-sister’s key and Connor’s number in his back pocket.

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And He’s Blue

Colours songfic. Connor/Mitchell, read into is as you will.

Word count: 242

Everything is blue

To Mitchell, Connor always seemed a little quieter, a little sadder than Travis. The smile on his face, Mitchell always thought, was fake. Being a child of Aphrodite did help him with reading people’s emotions, and Connor was shouldering too much.

His pills, his hands, his jeans

It was only a glancing moment, the time that Mitchell saw Connor take some kind of medication. Travis offhandedly mention about Connor wanting to dampen down his ADHD when he wasn’t at camp, but to Mitchell- that sounded like suicide. Monsters were still around, even out of camp.

And now I'm covered in the colors

Mitchell approached Connor about it once, and the son of Hermes brushed him off too quickly with a joke. Connor’s eyes were sad, even if his smile was telling the opposite thing.

Pulled apart at the seams

It took one more try to get Connor to tell him about why he was medicating his ADHD.

‘It’s not ADHD medicine, Mitchell,’ Connor told him.

And it's blue

‘I can’t sleep without nightmares, Mitchell. I see them dying all over again, and Luke’s voice tells me over and over that I didn’t see the signs.’

And it's blue

All Mitchell could do was hold him as Connor sobbed, in the showers.

Everything is grey

His hair, his smoke, his dreams

And now he's so devoid of colour

He don't know what it means

And he's blue

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