#hazel is precious

[annabethchase06]

The way Percy nervously told Hazel and Frank he's Greek in SoN expecting some sort of tension to arise and Hazel just kisses him on the cheek and he melts has me sobbing.

Bonus points for Frank going, "Do I get a kiss too?"

[sunshine-zenith]

Maybe it’s because I just spent the last four days watching my sister’s toddlers while mildly sleep deprived, but I gotta say Peri has PEAK “childfree young adult who was the youngest person in their family naively volunteers to watch recalcitrant child assuming they’d automatically be The Cool Adult Relative only to realize they have no idea how to balance being indulgent with being responsible and gets overwhelmed within five minutes” energy

10/10 I have never felt so seen by a cartoon before

[princessofghosts-posts]

Have you ever talked about Hazel and Nico before?

Because I was reading your post where you talked about parallels between Nico and Percy and I realised he also sort of parallels Hazel but in an opposite way.

Despite, being siblings every single thing in Hazel and Nico’s life have been opposite.

Hazel was raised poor and her family was shunned while Nico was raised rich and he came from an aristocratic family.

Hazel never had a relationship with Pluto while Nico regularly interacts with Hades (though not always in a good way).

Hazel had a bad childhood but a wonderful adolescence (after she came back to life) while Nico had a wonderful childhood but a horrible adolescence (till BOO at least).

Hazel’s mother explicitly chose riches over her. Nico’s mother explicitly chose him (and Bianca) over riches and rejected Hades’ offers.

Hazel’s mother had a horrible relationship with their father whereas Nico’s mother had a loving relationship with their father.

Hazel felt alone since she was raised an only child while Nico and Bianca always had each other.

Hazel remembers almost everything about her past but wishes she didn’t because it haunts her. Nico remembers almost nothing about his past but wishes he did because it could cheer him up (I mean he had a loving mother and family).

Hazel was accepted by the seven and was close with them. Nico was not.

Hazel wanted to continue living after she came back to life. She tried to make the best of her second life and didn’t want to die again. Meanwhile, Nico wa sort of suicidal. Rather than straying away from the line between life and death, he just waited for a gust of wind to push him one way or the other and was ready to die for the Athena Partheos.

I think it’s very interesting how exactly opposite their lives are. Like parallel lines that run in opposite directions and how it may affect their relationship or maybe how it doesn’t affect their relationship

What do you think about these two and their relationship?

I actually did a post similar to what you asked in the earlier days,but it doesn't go so much into it because I actually never realized there where so much parallelisms between the Underworld siblings. (I'll attach the link here,so if you want you can check it out):

ANYWAY! It's a know fact that I love their siblings relationship,even tho there are moments that made me go "wtf–" from both sides (almost calling her Bianca after a year of closure??? ; telling your boyfriend that your brother is weird???). Even with those,they are still my favorite pair of siblings in the franchise.

I already knew some you pointed out but most of them completely flew under my radar even with how much oblivious they are,you are kinda opening my brain with so many realizations right now.

I think that Nico and Hazel complete each other: Nico is and had what Hazel isn't and hadn't and viceversa. They aren't like Percy and Jason (two sides of the same coin) or Percy and Nico (same sides of same coin but under different type of light),they are different in their own category.

Like you pointed out,Nico was raised in a good home and in his early days I'm pretty sure that he had a good relationship with Hades,since he was around and he and Maria were good. But Hazel? Pluto left them after warning Marie,he wasn't around and only saw Hazel once (before she literally was sent to her death and slavery in Alaska). I never thought of the parallelisms between their mothers: Maria choose her children while Marie wanted the richies. Another one is the fact that Hades offered Maria to live with him in the Underworld,so that she could be safe,while Pluto didn't do the same for Marie (and she was already being manipulated by Gaia here).

Hazel was raised without love only to have a good adolescence with people that loved her,while Nico was raised with love only to have his life full of people hating him. I know they were both shunned away by their own camps,but Hazel at least was still included in their activities and had Frank to endure with,before Percy arrived and changed things. Nico didn't had that for a long time,and even with Percy it wasn't enough to change CHB perception of him. (Another parallelism :D ).

Hazel also was more easily accepted by everyone (both romans and greeks) than Nico ever was in his life like you pointed out too. Which is a bit insane for me because they are both Underwold children,and if one is shunned away like the plag,and you say that another is also living the same siuation,then why isn't she having the same treatment??? Not to say that Hazel should have had the same things people pulled on Nico,but it's strange how people are more open to Hazel than to Nico. Idk,maybe it's their powers influence on their persona –Nico has an aura of death all over and Hazel doesn't,so that's probably why they are more wary of him than her.

Hazel being an only child while Nico had a sibling (that later died) solidified for me the fact that they complete each other: they are what the other need. Also,another parallelism here is the fact that while Hazel was raised alone,she had Nico as her brother later on,and while Nico was raised with Bianca,he had to endure years of being alone before he found Hazel.

Hazel wanting to live and Nico being suicidal can also be "swapped" here –Nico become suicidal after Bianca's death,but before of that he was pretty fine with living; while Hazel's childhoon was full of death and pain and she couldn't take it enough (especially during Alaska). Hazel died when she wanted to live,Nico continue living even after trying to die. Poetic,isn't it? (also tragic like their lives)

I kinda of like that Hazel can remember everything about her life but Nico will probably never have the full picture on his. Because while his life was a certainty (especially with Hades involved during Maria's death),Hazel's wasn't and she ended up sacrificing herself without a Pluto trying to do anything. And it's Hazel that remember her life,even with how much sadness there was,and not Nico that had probably one of the best childhood in the universe (rich aristocrat with a loving family,a dad that tried and his mom even brought he and Bianca travelling during holidays) even tho his historical period wasn't the best one for Italy.

And one would think that with so many differences they would be cold to each other,distant,maybe even hate each other since Nico had what Hazel never had,while Hazel has what Nico never could have (untill later). But here's the thing– while at the start Hazel couldn't believe that he was her brother because of how different they were,and Nico fucked up with almost calling her Bianca,they still love each other.

It's true that they were close because of a camaraderie feeling at the start (both children of the same father that got shunned away because of their heritage and powers),but they actually grew closer to each other untill they can actually see the other as a siblings. Nico probably didn't had an hard time loving her as one (I refuse to believe anything else other than Nico almost calling Hazel "Bianca" because he missed having a sister,and their bond for him was similar to the one he had with her) while Hazel had to adjust because she never had one. The struggle is there at the start,but even during SoN you can see how she start to see her as her brother and not brother as in "we have the same dad".

Hazel tried everything to get Nico back once Gaia revealed to her that she trapped him,and even before that she was worried for him after he told her of his trip. And she succeeded. And that is something I will never shut up about because Hazel almost lost the brother she was finally able to love,and had the constant reminder that he was dying while they were miles away to help him. Not to talk about the gods that went like "you needs to free him because he is important to your quest,be quick cause he doesn't have much time left" when she meet them,and Percy telling them his dream that made her more worried. Hazel avenging her brother (and dad),because they made a joke out of her father temple,is everything for me.

And I love how Nico was there for her after she come back to life. Even after he brought her to Camp Jupiter,he still visited her regularly (otherwise Octavian wouldn't be so casual about him being around with his personality) and helped her to understand better her powers. He also knew enough of her flashbacks,so some of them happened while he was around,and it's not like he was jealous or anything (since Hazel was remembering while he couldn't),but he was worried for her. In HoH,after Hazel came back from hers and Hecate's conversation,he wisked her away to talk. Hazel was the only one to know what was going to happen in the temple because Nico had full trust in her (and also because it was her fight against Pasiphaë,so she kinda needed to know). Nico putting Hazel as priority,after Hades talked to him in the chapel and he started to worry about them,even with Percy there,is everything to me.

They are so precious to me.

Nico and Hazel relationship could have be horrible,since there are so many differences that would make them feel bitter towards the other,but they don't because they understand each other. It doesn't matter that they are different,that they had different families,that they grew up separately and never found out about the other untill later in their life,they are still brother and sister and that's enough for them.

I know that in the second book of the Nico's serie he and Will are going to CJ to help Hazel,and I really hope we could see more moments between them. That was one of my many nitpick during HoO,there are few moments between them even tho they spent a lot of time together (before the start of the quest and also on the Argo II).

Another funny little parallelism is the fact that while Hazel is extremely seasick (the romans also aren't fond of Neptune) she doesn't have trouble flying in the air with the Argo II. But Nico is the complete opposite since he suffer more flying than going via sea 👀👀👀

Also,I do have a couple of posts on them,because I love them,but they aren't enough 🥹. I'll probably do more once I'll read the other books of ToA (she appears in it from what I remember) and the serie on Nico. We need more Hazel in the books.

[wrongspacetime]

Ruby Cruz as Hazel Callahan BOTTOMS (2023) | dir. Emma Seligman

[bayetea]

let hazel cause an earthquake as a treat

[peri-bee-fairywinkle]

[loryn-art]

Aw, your little Qilby is so adorable. You mentioned you headcanon that the goddess named him after the cutest thing she knew because he was so precious. Do you think that the goddess favors him at all, or do you think he’s just particularly attached to his mother compared to his siblings? In the show he’s clearly the closest to her out of all the Eliatropes we’ve met.

-For you, my son, all the flowers of the world.

Hey,

This is a very tricky question ! Mostly because Qilby is (for me) one of the most complex character in the story.

I've seen a post somewhere, where it was noticed that Qilby was the only one to call the Goddess Eliatrope simply... Mom. When all his siblings are calling her "Mother" or other appellations that always show much respect and reminds who she is. I wouldn't say he's particularly close to her (Even if you can see him acting like a freaking child sometimes, but this is only by pure interest in my opinion) but he indeed has a peculiar link with her, as he knows her for so long he doesn't really care about her status, and consider her as a real "person".

Ironically, Qilby is the only one acting like a real child of hers, despite the fact that he is depicted as someone who doesn't care about his family anymore. (But this isn't true, riiight ?)

And for the Goddess, I can't believe she has any favorite child. My thoughts are she loves them equally, dragons or Eliatropes. (I hope I understood your question right ^^,)

(And now I really want to draw an AU where all the Eliatropes are silently gathering around an offering table and Qilby comes in, goes in the kitchen, comes back and : MMMOOMMM THERE'S NO MILK IN THE FRIDGE-

And everyone is so OFFENDED.)

[stavr0no]

i don't think she would use piercings but here's me headcanoning that she did my interpretation of shelly (please assume her left arm elbow is pointing towards the camera more it wasn't intentional for her limb to look misshapen it's my ugly ass artstyle aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)

[cygnus-is-tired]

He likes to be tall

[kanerallels]

Will from Valiant my beloved

[crimesuntold]

Suits and demons that took over the lives of Gerard Enrico Gavilo Mercado Colorado California.

Suits and Demons that took over…

Edsel Francis Alvarez Mercado took over Gerard Enrico Gavilo Mercado's Life and business, working with Lisas and the Mercados, Alvarez, Gavilos, Biags, and blacks (hired goons), and the Church of Kip Mckean…

The blacks and some of Gerard's family are in the church.

A group looting, organize crime. Racketeering, they have done this before to Gerard in the early 2000's.

[bayetea]

[lustjunkiie]

i have baby fever so…

Single Dad!Simon Riley whose daughter is so sweet.

You, a sweet and humble hairdresser in your salon which you’ve bought and built from the ground yourself, having a walk-in appointment with a 6���4” hulking man, and his most precious angel. A black surgical mask covering his jaw, mouth and nose.

His little angel, who you learn to be Amelia, climbs into your chair with the cutest grunts of struggle and eventually a triumphant sigh. Her dad, in his effortlessly silky, gruff voice, explains that her hair is now down to her knees practically and he needs help. Her mother left when she was young and he’s only ever had one brother.

You chuckle softly and nod, and his daughter looks up at you after you explain that you’ll be trimming her gorgeous hair and demonstrating some simple braiding techniques to her father, and in the tiniest, cutest little Londoner accent:

“Thank you for helping my Daddy.” You nearly burst into tears at her shining hazel eyes and her big, toothy smile. You nod and begin sectioning her hair after placing a pink apron over her front. She beams to her Dad, “Look! She gave me pink!” He laughs and his eyes shine with pride. She’s so good at communicating, even though she barely looks five. She’s so adorably tiny, too.

At the end of the appointment, Simon has learned three different braid styles. He’s a natural, you assure him. You curl his daughter’s hair just before she leaves, and she does a little dance around the place in her princess dress. Her dad picks her up, and he smiles at you. Thanking you in that knee-weakening voice of his. He promises he’ll be back with any hair concerns, and he even tips you extra.

Before he leaves, his daughter points at you and asks if he can take you home. He responds, without missing a damn beat:

“Mm, only if she wants to come home with us.” He winks at you for good measure.

You think that maybe that idea isn’t so bad.

[pocketfulofgalaxies]

@ofovertime {cont}

A small giggle. it has indeed been awhile, and they had only spent a brief time together before. Navia was sad when they had parted without another word. So, upon seeing Nanami once more she thought she would surprise him with a kiss.

"It has handsome. You left so suddenly before, it saddened me. The kiss sugar was because I have missed you so much. That may sound strange but you been on my mind ever since."

[velarisdusk]

Something Precious

Azriel x Reader

word count: 2.1k content: [ nun crazy just reader having mega insecure thoughts lol ] summary: Azriel has always been steady, unwavering—but the way you look at him makes something shift. Small moments, fleeting words, a tension neither of you acknowledge… until it’s impossible for him to ignore. author's note: IM BACK BABEYY!!!!! this ones a bit short but i thought it'd be a good one to help get myself writing again. i really like how it turned out, just a nice, sweet lil fic nothin crazy :) also not beta'd bc i just needed to get something out NEOW. hope this is to your liking anon thank u for the req!! <3 ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its golden glow casting shifting patterns across the walls of the House of Wind. The night outside was crisp and quiet, Velaris resting under a blanket of stars, but here, in this small cocoon of warmth and firelight, everything felt still. 

Azriel lay stretched out on the couch, wings spilling over the cushions in an easy sprawl. His shadows had retreated for the night, content to flicker lazily at the edges of the room, leaving nothing between you but firelight and the slow, steady rhythm of his breath. 

You lay draped across his chest, your weight a comfortable, grounding thing. His heartbeat thudded beneath your cheek, slow and sure, and the warmth of his skin seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt. One of his hands rested at the small of your back, tracing lazy circles under your sweater, while the other curled lightly around the nape of your neck, fingertips brushing idly over your skin. 

You sighed, nuzzling deeper against him, letting the scent of cedar and night-chilled wind wrap around you like a second blanket. Your fingers trailed absentmindedly over his ribs, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing, and when you finally lifted your gaze to meet his, your heart did that ridiculous little stutter it always did. 

Because Azriel was looking at you like that again—like you were something precious. Something worth holding onto. 

The firelight flickered in his hazel eyes, turning them molten, but there was something softer underneath. Something quiet and steady, tucked between the affection in his gaze and the slight curve of his mouth. You weren’t sure you’d ever get used to it. 

You exhaled, barely above a whisper, as if afraid you might shatter the fragile silence. “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”

It wasn’t meant to be a confession. Just a passing thought, one that had been lingering in the back of your mind since the moment you started whatever this was—since the moment you realized someone like him could want someone like you. 

But Azriel stilled beneath you. It was subtle, just a flicker of tension in his fingertips, a pause in the slow drag of his hand against your back. Gone in an instant. 

You wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t been laying on his chest, if you hadn’t felt the way his heartbeat faltered for just a second before steadying again. You didn’t call attention to it, just as Az hadn’t. Hadn’t asked what you meant. 

Instead, he shifted slightly, adjusting his wings so they wrapped around you both, pulling you deeper into the warmth of his body. His fingers resumed their slow, absentminded tracing, his thumb sweeping over the back of your neck in a way that made you shiver. 

“Where else would I be?” he murmured. 

You huffed a soft laugh, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. Anywhere. Everywhere. Someone like you doesn’t end up with someone like me.

But you didn’t say that. Just let yourself sink into his warmth, let yourself savor the way his arms tightened around you, as if holding you closer would make you understand. 

Because Azriel didn’t know—not yet. But he was starting to notice. 

And he didn’t like it. 

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Dinner at the River House was always an event. Not a formal one by any means—the kind where the table was too small for all the elbows knocking together where laughter wove itself between the clinking of glasses and the scrape of silverware. Where the air smelled of roasted lamb and rosemary, of spiced wine and honeyed bread, warmth curling through the candlelit room like an embrace.

Nesta and Cassian had somehow gotten into a debate over who was worse at flirting—Rhysand or Azriel—which had quickly turned into a full-blown conversation about all their past entanglements. 

“You’re all fools,” Amren said simply, swirling the deep red in her glass. “None of you were half as charming as you thought you were.”

Cassian scoffed. “I was charming.”

Nesta didn’t even look up as she speared a piece of meat. “Debatable.”

Across the table, Mor snickered. “He was charming, in the way a golden retriever puppy is charming.”

Azriel smirked into his wine glass. Cassian pointed at him accusingly. “You don’t get to laugh. You spent centuries avoiding love like the Mother herself would smite you for it.”

“That’s because he’s got high standards,” Mor shot back. “Honestly, I’m just surprised Az’s even dating.”

Feyre hummed, shifting Nyx higher against her shoulder as he dozed, his tiny fingers curled into the fabric of her sweater. “Dating? I’m surprised he’s managed to keep someone around long enough to–”

“Feyre.” His voice was soft, but the weight behind it was enough to cut her off. His expression was still easy, his lips curling at the edges, but there was something there—something firm, something protective. 

Your stomach twisted. 

The words weren’t meant to hurt. You knew that. They were lighthearted, Feyre smiling at her brother-in-law, the way siblings poked fun without malice. And Azriel had cut her off before she could finish—before she could say something that might have struck deeper.

But it was already unraveling in your head.

High standards. 

Avoiding love.

Managed to keep someone around long enough.

Because is that all this is? A fling? Something temporary? Another short-lived thing in a string of them? 

Your grip tightened subtly around your glass, the air suddenly too warm, your pulse thrumming a little too fast. And before you could stop yourself, before you could sit with the spiraling thoughts for even a second longer, you laughed. Too loud. Too sharp. A sound that cut through the warmth of the room rather than settling into it. 

“Yeah, just wait until he realizes how much of a pain I am.”

Silence, just for a beat. 

Azriel’s head snapped toward you, sharp enough that you felt it before you saw it—the weight of his gaze landing on you, the furrow in his brows, the shift in the air between you. But you didn’t look. Couldn’t. 

Rhysand chuckled, breaking the brief pause, shaking his head. “Yeah, right. You’re practically a saint for dealing with him.”

Cassian smirked, lifting his glass. “Agreed.”

Laughter rippled through the table again, and just like that, the moment passed—folded itself into the fabric of the conversation, buried beneath the easy back and forth, the scraping of plates, the pouring of wine. 

Azriel let it go. Again. 

But it lingered.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Azriel eventually pushed past that uneasy feeling. It wasn’t a big deal—not really. He figured you probably hadn’t even meant anything by it. But something about it rubbed him the wrong way, settled uneasily in his chest, and he couldn’t explain why. 

But then it happened again. 

And again. 

Little things, small enough that they would have slipped through the cracks if he hadn’t been paying attention. The way you waved off his compliments, dodging them with a laugh like they were jokes rather than truths. The way your smile sometimes faltered, like you’d caught yourself enjoying the moment a little too much. The way your fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeve when he touched you, like you were steadying yourself. 

And then there was the way you looked at him—that was what unsettled him the most. 

Because he was used to being looked at in a thousand different ways—calculating, cautious, reverent, fearful. People looked at him and saw a legend, a warning, a weapon. He’d spent a lifetime standing on the outskirts of things, watching them unfold from the shadows, knowing that no matter how close he got, he would always be separate.

But you looked at him like he was something untouchable. 

Like you didn’t quite believe he was real. 

Like you were waiting for the moment he’d come to his senses and walk away. 

And Azriel—who had spent years mastering the art of patience, of knowing when to hold back—found himself growing more and more frustrated. 

Not at you, gods, never at you. 

But at the way you’d convinced yourself that you were less. 

That he was something more. 

It all came to a head one evening in the training ring. 

You weren’t training, just sitting on one of the benches, legs tucked beneath you, book resting open in your lap. You liked being here with him, and he liked having you here, even if neither of you’d ever said it out loud. He could feel your eyes on him as he moved through his drills, the steady weight of your attention like a tether pulling him back to earth. 

When he finally finished, muscles burning, wings flexing as he rolled his shoulders, he walked over to you. You grinned up at him, eyes warm despite the sharp winter air, and handed him a cup of water without a word.

Az took a long drink before murmuring, “You staring at me again?”

You scoffed, though the way your mouth twitched told him you were fighting a smile. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He smirked, resting a hand on the bench’s backrest beside you, bracing himself as he leaned down. “Too late.”

You made a face, but the slight pink creeping up your neck gave you away. He kissed you softly, just a brush of lips, tasting warmth and wind and something undeniably you.

And then you said it.

“I still don’t know what you see in me.”

You said it casually. Offhanded. Like it wasn’t a confession. Like it wasn’t the worst thing you could’ve said.

Azriel  went still.

The words settled like a stone in his chest, heavy and suffocating. And suddenly, every little moment from the past few weeks clicked into place—the deflected compliments, the hesitations, the way you looked at him like you were waiting for him to wake up and realize you weren't enough.

The frustration that had been simmering in the back of his mind finally snapped.

His voice was quiet, but firm. “Don’t do that.”

You blinked, tilting your head slightly. “Do what?”

“That.” He straightened, looking down at you, jaw tight. “Talk about yourself like that.”

You shifted, clearly thrown off by the sudden change in his tone. “Az, I was just—”

“I mean it.” His wings flared slightly, a flicker of restrained emotion. “You say things like that all the time. Like you don’t think you belong here. Like I’m some…” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Some gift the Mother decided to bestow on you.”

You opened your mouth, but he wasn’t finished.

“You don’t think I notice, but I do,” he said, voice softer now, rough around the edges. “I can see it in the way you dodge compliments, the way you downplay yourself like you’re the lucky one—as if I’m not the one who should be grateful every damn day that you want to be with me.”

You swallowed hard, looking away. “That’s not—”

“Look at me.”

You did.

And when your eyes met, something inside Az ached.

Because you really didn’t see it.

Didn’t see what he saw every time he looked at you—the quiet strength, the unwavering kindness, the way you fit so effortlessly into the parts of him that had always felt empty.

Didn’t see how, before you, he had spent centuries standing on the outside looking in, wondering if he would ever have anything or anyone just for himself.

Didn’t see how you were already everything.

Azriel exhaled, slow and steady, forcing himself to find the words. “You are not some… temporary thing I decided to entertain myself with.” He took your hand, curling your fingers between his own. “You’re not lucky to have me.” He squeezed, firm but gentle. “I’m lucky to have you.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. You looked like you wanted to argue, to tell him he had it backwards, but there was something raw in his expression—something that made you hesitate.

Az lifted your joined hands and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the back of yours, his lips brushing your skin as he whispered, “Stop acting like you’re less than.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy with everything unsaid.

Finally, you exhaled shakily and leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. “I don’t know how to stop feeling like I am.”

Az closed his eyes, letting himself breathe you in. And then he whispered, “Then let me remind you.”

And he would.

As many times as it took.

[cygnus-is-tired]

Unfortunately we won’t be adopting Hazel. He is one of the sweetest animals I’ve ever meet and will make an absolutely wonderful pet for someone but he and David just don’t get along. We made sure to put his owners in contact with a local rabbit foster system who can help with getting him adopted