#cupid just straight up likes him as a child likes his favourite toy

[yonemurishiroku]

Forever metal about the fact that Nico might be Cupid’s and Anklys’ favourite. No matter how toxic and mentally-damaging that means.

do you think nico and hades are cool with each other these days? would hades helo Nico if nico really needeed it?

Oh absolutely - I think their interactions in HoO (and again, see my like 5 different posts about Nico being guaranteed immortality after his death by Hades) pretty solidly confirm that. Them being on solidly good terms seems to start during the Battle of Manhattan - when Nico brings reinforcements in the form of Hades, Persephone, and Demeter. They seem to have mostly sorted out their disagreements and understand where each other are at, and by the end of TLO we see them generally being on good terms. By HoO they're actively communicating more, we see Hades giving Nico advice, offering him reassurance in BoO, etc etc.

I'd even go so far as to say Nico seems to also be on relatively good terms with Persephone now as well. Heck in TLO he even seemed on decent terms with Demeter, which is kind of fascinating in my opinion since we really only see them somewhat interact once.

Nico's really interesting in that regard to me because he's probably the demigod who is on good terms with the most deities we know of, or at least those deities view him favorably even if Nico is iffy on them. He's on good terms with his dad and step-mom, and seems to be on decent terms with Demeter. He's explicitly friends with Apollo and Hestia. If you want to count Iapetus/Bob, Nico is friends with him too. Dionysus is literally his therapist. Heck, Cupid even has a personal interest in him for whatever reason and after beating him up basically goes "good job, kid!" and it's implied they met a long time ago and HoH isn't their first interaction. Achlys (while being ominous) says Nico is "perfect" (because of his suffering, but at the same time she says it in a way that seems to be that she's praising that attribute of his and doesn't attack him or anything. So I like to go out on a limb and say she views Nico favorably). There's some implication that while Nico is personally iffy on the Hunters they don't view him negatively. And according to Un Natale Mezzosangue Nico is on even friendly terms with the Etruscan god Charu.

But yeah, re: your question, it is basically canon already that Hades would help out Nico if he's able to and Nico needs it.

[redemptions]

kisses for little man

relationship: jackson x reader

genre: fluff

length: 1438

summary: jackson + parenting.

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“My son hates me.”

When you overhear the declaration, with so much certainty, you can’t help but laugh. This wasn’t the first time that Jackson had said this, it was just the first time he’d said it to someone other than you. It still seemed to ridiculous no matter how many times you heard it.

The boys were over on one of their free days. Nowadays, a lot of their free time was spent here, and the majority of that reason was to do with the bundle of joy you’d added to their family unit not too long ago. They wouldn’t miss out on the chance to spend time with their favourite nephew.

And now, they were to bear witness to Jackson’s crazy theory.

“He doesn’t hate you,” you insisted. Jackson continued to look unconvinced, lips pressed together into a straight line. “He doesn’t,” you persisted, and reached out to brush his hair back from his face.

“What makes you think that Chao hates you?” Yugyeom questioned, rolling his lips to hide his grin.

You stood up, brush down your skirt to straighten it and announce, “I’ll show you.”

Your son was nearly one, and you cannot believe it has been nearly a year since he first came into the world. It seemed like it was both a lifetime ago and only yesterday that you were heavily pregnant with backaches and itchy nipples and struggling with the added pressure of having an idol’s first child. It was still hard – parenting was a completely different experience than you’d ever really expected – but you wouldn’t trade anything for the time you’ve had.

Chao is playing in the middle of the room, on his playmat with his toys carefully placed around him. He was babbling to himself, only sometimes forming actual words but otherwise keeping himself thoroughly entertained. He was like his father in that way – he couldn’t stand the silence and loved hearing himself. In the future, you might be in for a hard time but at this day, it’s nothing short of adorable.

“Cho, Cho,” you called to him, and your son looked up. He waved at you and repeated the word “mama, mama, mama” until you picked him up to settle on your hip.

Chao is the copy of his father – the same soft browned skin, the same wide eye shape holding a look so expressive. He even had the same offended expression, mouth open, eyes wide that both father and son manage to make adorable. But Chao has your chubby cheeks, your cupid’s bow, and your nose, that Jackson said scrunched up in the exact same way as you when he was upset about something.

You cooed at your son, nuzzling into his cheek with the tip of your nose, and he bounced in your arms, legs beginning to straighten in his excitement. A mama’s boy this one.

“Okay, watch,” you instructed and turned to beam at your boy, “Kisses.”

“Kisses,” Chao echoed, the word thick with his heavy tongue. You pressed your lips to his cheek quickly.

Jackson pushed himself to his feet and approached his small family. His hands went to your waist almost automatically. “Kisses,” he said.

“Kisses,” Chao copied and angled himself towards his father. Jackson blew a raspberry into his soft cheek to make him giggle.

“Kisses,” Jackson repeated, looking at you. He shuffled closer, made to brush your lips together when –

“No!” An indignant shout from your arms and little hands are pushing against Jackson’s chest.

“Yes,” he persisted and leaned in again to the same result – Chao’s shout, shoving at his chest and a pouty face.

“Kisses,” you said and peppered kisses onto his cheek. “Kisses.” But when you tilt your head upwards for Jackson to reach –

“No!”

Again, the same thing happened. You snorted into Chao’s cheek, shoulders shaking as you tried to suppress your laughter. Beyond Jackson’s shoulder, you saw the boys sniggered and smiled, wide and gummy.

“Come on dude,” Jackson whined. Chao pushed his bottom lip out, wavered and then turned to put his face into your neck.

He tried one more time, and once he was rewarded with an assured slap to his jaw by his son, he stepped back and gestured towards the boy in your arms.

“See, hate.”

Jackson flopped back into his chair and was greeted by jeers and mocking aww’s. Jinyoung patted his stomach with a patronising grin on his face.

“He just wants what’s best for his mama, don’t you?” you teased, and Chao laughed happily, kicked his legs and snuggled closer.

“I helped bring him into this world, why does he have to do this to me?” Jackson complained. Mark put his head into his hood so that it would muffle his laughter.

“Helped,” you arched one eyebrow, “More like featured.”

Jaebum threw his head back when he laughed and batted at the pillow Jackson threw at him in retaliation. Chao cackled and bounced in place.

“Yes baby, daddy’s being silly, isn’t he?” you mocked and Chao repeated the words “’illy daddy” a few times before laughing again.

“Kisses for Uncle JB,” you said and move closer. JB beamed when Chao said his name – “JayBee, JayBee, JayBee” – and took him into his arms, happily kissing his cheek.

“Kisses for Chao,” JB said and kissed the boy again.

“Kisses,” Chao repeated and spun to face BamBam, pushing his lips out into a kissy face.

“Kisses for the little man,” BamBam nodded seriously and accepted the affection offered.

“Hey, no fair,” Youngjae complained, moved onto his knees so he was sitting in front of JB and put his hand on Chao’s back so the boy turned to look at him. He grinned his sunshine smile and Chao returned it – he always smiled when Youngjae was around. “Kisses,” Youngjae declared.

“Kisses,” the baby boy nodded dutifully and rocked forward to mush his face into Youngjae’s jaw.

It was moments like this that made you feel warm on the inside. Things were hard at the beginning – the suddenness of the new responsibility in your life, the unexpected love you felt for a man who you had to share with so many others, the amount of contact between these two different worlds. But in times like these, those hardships meant nothing because your boy – both of them, big and little – were loved and cared for and always would be.

Mark was climbing over Yugyeom to get to his favourite kid, repeating that he’s “hyung and besides, Chao likes me best”, who in turn was crushing Youngjae between JB’s legs and his stomach in the urgency to get to Chao before Mark does. Youngjae complained loudly but was ignored. Jinyoung avoided the chaos altogether by moving around the back of the sofa to lean over JB, but every time he moved closer to join in the game, Bam’s was there to put his hand over his hyung’s face and shove him back, taking the kisses for himself.

It was completely ridiculous and yet.

Jackson’s hand went to your hips and urged you back onto the sofa with him, settling between his legs. His arms wrapped around you and his chin lowered to rest on your shoulder. Your body curved into him and his warmth, your own hands moving to rest on his, fingers stroking unidentified patterns into his forearm.

“Love you,” Jackson murmured into the shell of your ear.

You turn your head to bump your nose into his cheek. “Love you too.”

He moved his head. You felt warmth breath on your lips and it makes you flick your tongue across your bottom lip in anticipation. He noticed, and the corner of his lips quirked upwards into a smug smirk. You might have elbowed him for such a thing but then his nose his brushing against yours and he’s so close to closing the distance and –

“No!”

Laughter bubbled and filled the room, even as you and Jackson jerk viciously apart, startled by the unexpected noise. In the mass of his uncle’s bodies, you can see Chao’s frowning face, eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched. Mark had fallen backward in his amusement and Yugyeom had followed, bringing Youngjae down with him as they clung to each other and belly laughed. Jinyoung was bracing himself against the back of the sofa. Jaebum had folded in on himself and BamBam was trying to get Chao to high-five him.

Jackson groaned loudly, unhappily, and buried his face in the back of your neck. “Hate.” He hissed out.

You would have, once again, reassured him of that not being the case, but you were too busy smothering your own laughter to manage it.

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[my-hydeaway]

Our Childhood

The best times of my life, let me share them with you. Approx 2k words

Remember the time you stood in a row of students and there was this boy beside you who could not stop crying? First day in kindergarten school and you were being looked up to as many by the brave and ambitious one, other parents in total envy of how their child is not as confident as you are while your parents stood meters away from the line of children and gave the proudest smile. Back to the crying boy beside you. His name was Minho. You never noticed it back then but he has the cutest round cheeks in the history of round cheeks. Up till today, he has not noticed how you managed to make a copy of his Polaroid childhood photo and keep it hidden in your wallet to be taken out at any time of the day for an adoring session. "Hey there! Don't cry!" You whispered to Minho, trying not to get caught by the harmless teacher.

"I wanna go home!" Minho continued to sob gently, eyes swollen and nose soggy with liquid. 

"But we can play together soon!" Convincing him in the most sincere of ways, somehow he managed to calm down at the moment the word 'play' was said. 

And that was probably the only thing you ever bragged about to Minho even after decades have passed, you wanted him to never forget how you took care of him on the first day of school, a complete stranger to you. He would always give the same shrug and warned you to never do that to a grown man crying on the street unless it happened to be himself. One of your favourite songs till date is the melodic harmony of xylophones and piano keys that gently carried the notes of the legendary Canon in D floating throughout the entire school. This meant that it was break time and before you knew it, Minho and you were out in the playground having a blast in the sandpit. He promised to built you a sandcastle, but wrestled so much with the idea he could barely get a bucket of sand to stand. Never did he knew, twenty years down the road he would have been trapped under the sand itself and embarrassed by his four buddies and childhood friend that he had to slur a cocktail mixture of vulgarities to be released from his sand prison. The years of classes involving nap time, break time and shower time soon passed as quickly as the seasons changed. The friendship between Minho and you remained concrete strong and the both of you made a pact to get into the same primary school by telepathy and dancing around a plate of animal crackers. The both of you continued this ritual every single time when it was required to choose a new school and it would always work. It was after much confrontation with your mother years later that you found out how your parents worked closely with Minho's parents to try and get the both of you into similar schools. You have stopped touching animal crackers completely ever since that hideous truth was revealed. Primary school was a lot more crazy and fun. Minho would come over to your place after school ends and the both of you would binge watch cartoon series and snack on chocolate waffles. It was also the time where Minho seemed to put on most of his weight. If you thought you had seen the chubbiest of his cheeks during kindergarten, the sight of how he managed to stuff thirty Maltesers into his mouth and the heavenly sound of biting and crunching into it all at once, chubbiest would be too mild of a word to call his cheeks by. There was this time another male student snatched your toy Pokemon and you were almost brimming with tears. No fear because Minho came to your rescue as he chased the toy thief around the playground as you watched Minho slowly ran out of speed as well as breath. Of course your toy Pokemon was returned to you unscathed but it seemed like a part of Minho's soul left his body as he laid on the floor panting crazily. "R-running.. is not my best forte.." He huffed and puffed, almost ready to blow the straw house down. "I can see that! But thanks for trying." You chuckled at his cheeks as you watched them jiggle when he exhaled deeply before extending a hand to help him out and brushing off the dirt that got onto the back of his uniform. You loved all of these innocent and child-like times. But what you loved even more, was when puberty began to hit Minho. For you, puberty hit way earlier than it did for Minho. Horrifying him at the way you squeeze the pus out of your inflamed pimples until there was a time where he refused to step into your house. When puberty finally dawned upon Minho, it hit him like a truck. "Why do you keep staring at me recently?" Minho asked nonchalantly as he balances his pen on his Cupid's bow, puckering his lips together while figuring out a way to solve his algebraic homework. "Do I do that?" You hid your tone, answering with absolutely nonchalance as well while you eyed at his broad shoulders. "Speaking of which, did you lose weight?" You sat up from his bed and closed the algebra book in front of you. It took you long enough to realise how his jawline emerged under all the baby fat that claimed the throne on his cheeks, broad shoulders that spanned out almost like the wings of a plane and the deep voice that dripped with honey each time he hummed his favourite song. It was no wonder you felt the deathly stares of other female species as you walk down the market with Minho, munching on spiral potatoes and chocolate sundaes. "Are you saying I'm fat?" Minho quickly turned around from his spinning chair and glared into your eyes. Things were just going so great in life. Not till his high school sweetheart crushed his heart into a million pieces and walked away without even looking back. Minho would always come to you and shared about all the romantic events he planned for her. On Valentine's Day, he stuffed petals of different kinds of flowers that belonged to the nearby garden into a transparent balloon and filled it up with helium. The way the petals did a little jump with every stride he took along with the floating balloon that glided through the air was absolutely stunning and you knew that she was one lucky girl. Sadly, she could not hold his hand for long and eventually decided to trample on his fragile heart. It was such a bad month for you because he hardly turned up for school. You had no one to walk with to school and no one to entertain your boredom doodle attacks during integration class. It got so bad that Minho did not even want to see anyone when you visited with some friends. It left you with your one last resort, one that could potentially break your legs if it went horribly wrong. It would be all worth it to make your best bud smile again. You climbed up the pipeline to his windowsill and tapped furiously on the window almost pleading to be saved from the jarring height. Because of this incident, Minho would always snicker whenever you stood near any kinds of window. Which is great, surely, because now there's at least two things you hate in the world so much - animal crackers and windows. After going through a dozen comfort movies, three tubs of ice-cream and two boxes of tissue paper, Minho returned to school the next day and normalcy was restored. Most first love almost never work out anyway and Minho recovered from his slowly but surely. Years of chasing dreams and painful rejections, the cruel world that seemed nothing like how you viewed it when you were in kindergarten. In fact, it made you wonder if the other children were crying over how the future will come too soon. In fact, it made you feel small and childish to be someone that brave. You were struggling through first year of university while Minho continued to chase his dreams. "You should have come to university with me." You pouted as you walked straight into the dormitory without even looking at Minho who stood at the door to welcome you in. "But I like it here." Minho was glowing, although he looked exhausted from all the training, he was in total glee and happy to see you after a whole month of confinement. "But learning is not the same without you anymore." Making your way to the fridge, you were so familiar with the house that wasn't yours, you could probably find the pots and pans with blindfolds on. "Ah come on, you're smart. I'll only be there to distract you." Minho dragged his feet, following you from behind, carefully examining your body to see if you have lost weight from the intense medical school. "Maybe we should have danced around the animal crackers." As if the can of beer you opened was not bitter enough, the thought of animal crackers made you cringe even more. "You? Trainee at YG? You've got to me kidding me!" The man wearing a black beanie matched with the largest rimmed spectacles teased you. It was getting incredibly difficult to spend time with Minho now. You had to go to school and had assignments almost every single day. On the other hand, Minho had to practice and train everyday in the company that he rarely saw the sun just as much as he used to when he was younger and more carefree. But I guess that's what being responsible adults are, even still, there are times where you would want to close all your books and head down with ice-cream and donuts to find Minho's great companion. "Just come down for a second, it'll only take a second I promise!" Minho pleaded through the phone, something that you cannot resist. "Okay okay, just for a bit alright, I have an assignment due tomorrow." You replied, finally feeling some excitement in your life after such a long time. Excitement turned to astonishment followed by a feeling that you have never felt in your life before. "Did you just end practice?" Hiding both your hands into the pockets of your hoodie from the late night breeze as you strutted towards Minho who waited at the empty park. Instead of replying, he whipped out a tub of ice-cream and sat you down on the park bench. The night was filled with ecstatic conversations and catching up with one another that felt all so familiar to you. It was as if time has rewind and gone back to the times where the both of you were kids again. The late night passed and the empty park was starting to show signs of life apart from the presence that Minho and you provided for the past four hours. Light slowly started to touch every part of the area, the morning dew that formed on the awaken leaves and elderly women coming out for a brisk stroll. "Oh my gosh, my assignment!" You shrieked after looking at the time on your phone before jumping up and getting ready to take off. "Before you go!" Minho stood up, got closer to your face and left a peck on your forehead. "You know that I'm always cheering for you right?" He smiled. 

(to be continued..)