#sea siblings au

[monkieninja]

Can you make Dark Cacao with the Sea Fairy's Abilities and his backstory?

[dark cacao with the sea fairy's abilities]

Meet the Abyss Sea Cookie!

The Brother of Light Sea and Former Sovereign of Abyss!

[About his Backstory]

Do you hear the Legend of Two Seas?

A long time ago..

Two Seas are lived together in the peace.

They was a powerful creatures, who is protected the Sea themselves..

But in one day, the Dark Sea is meet the cookie from Earth..

He said:

— Oh my Sea! If you're be the cookie, I gonna the show you all Earthbread!

The Dark Sea is wanted to see this world..

But Light Sea said:

— Dark Sea! Sorry, but we can't go to Earth, it unreachable and sinful for us! You can't just leave it!

The Two Seas is started the conflict..

This is only day, where the storm is so powerful, what ever witnessed the cookies..

The storm is ended..

But after this day, Light Sea is closed her eyes and the first Sea Fairy Tear is fall in the Tearcrown..

But.. Where is Dark Sea now?..

If you talk about Dark Cacao from Sea Siblings AU. I finally finished his design, but not fully.

I hope you like it!

[pansy-picnics]

sleepy ukds + splatoon au varigo redraws

[amielot]

Mermay contribution 🦈🦈🦈

Ft. Desire getting on Dream’s very last nerve.

The Wine-Dark Sea by @moorishflower

[cassettemoon]

Some rgb siblings outfits

Anatomy is a wee bit wonky but it was mostly for outfit design, and it's a little bit old so I've already changed how I draw Lloyd ajdhsh

[iconicanemone]

I Sea Our Souls are Intertwined

Scar wasn’t intending to save a Merperson on the beaches he definitely wasn’t expecting them to be his soulmate!

An Au where Grian is a Mer, Scar is a human, and they’re both soulmates. Of course they are. Did you expect anything different?

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 27

MASTAPOST

His sister knew.

His sister knew, and she joined his parents on a hunt. She joined his parents to sabotage them, because she knew they’d catch up to him. She freed him.

His sister saved him. The tears that she helped stop broke through again. His sister knew, and she saved him. She still loved him, even if he was a monster.

Danny took one more look at the deck of his parents’ boat, and he jumped. He’d never been so happy to be in cold water in his entire life. Scales climbed over his skin. His legs snapped together, bones melding into tail vertebrae. The weapons systems on the SAV were down. Thank you Tuck. It had to be him.

Danny looked up at the hull of the boat, clean and free of barnacles. He turned to the vast depths in every direction. He should be running. He should be getting as much of a head start as humanly or inhumanly possible. There was no way he could come back. No way at all.

He didn’t do any of that. He just felt so… so tired. His body sank down to the bottom of the sea, which was admittedly not far down. His glowing scales and lines lit the way down. On the sea floor, he curled into a ball, clutching himself tightly.

What was he to do now?

His mission was complete. Damian Wayne was reunited with Bruce Wayne. Jazz knew about Danny’s true nature, so there was no way she’d not know that the spitfire of a green guppy was Damian. One quick explanation was all it would take for everything to end well. Bruce Wayne would bring his son home. And his parents-

He palmed the spot on his chest over his heart. His parents didn’t know. What if he just went home, pretended like he’d been rescued by someone.

Danny’s scales shivered like goosebumps.

The Amity Island sirens were probably long gone. Maybe they’d come back for more trouble next year, but maybe not. For all he knew, Danny Phantom was no longer needed in Amity. No longer welcome, if he was ever welcome in the first place.

His lateral line tinged. The light of his scales illuminated a small guppy swimming in front of him. Danny stared at Damian, the boy crossing his arms and looking over his body. How did he get out?!

“You are uninjured.” Damian said. It was the first he’d heard from him in over 24 hours. Danny would have cried in relief, if he wasn’t already trying to wipe the tears away from his earlier cry.

“D-Damian! Why aren’t you on the boat? Your dad’s right there!”

Damian sat down on the sand in front of him, fingering one of his fins. “This reunion is not amenable to me. You were right. My father is influenced by the Fentons. It would be safer to return to our original plan. I have more reasonable family members to go to in Gotham.”

Danny blinked. “But I thought you hated me.”

“I am still angry with you. And I have not decided whether I have forgiven you or not.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Regardless, nobody deserves to have done to them what the Fentons intended with you. I would have done away with them myself, but entrusted Jasmine Fenton to the job. You’re welcome.”

That was strangely heartwarming. Despite himself, Danny felt a small smile form. “Thank you.”

They sat in silence. Despite being in sonar range, the SAV did nothing. Probably Tucker blinding their systems. The idea that Damian would throw away this chance shook him, but-

Danny recalled the terror. The fear. The overwhelming dread underneath the shadow of a man who could snap his skinny body in two. Perhaps Damian had a point.

Damian scraped a bit of dirt on his arm fin. The two of them were looking worse for wear every day.  “If you are unable to continue, then I understand. I will go through the Panama Canal on my own. Thank you for bringing me this far.”

He grabbed the boy’s arm, stopping him from leaving. “What do you mean on your own?!”

“I will not blame you if you choose to abandon this quest.” Damian’s fins drooped.

Danny shook his head. “You’ve got no supplies, no food, no weapons. We’ve got nothing.”

“I will find more.”

“I can’t abandon you.”

“Even after I caused your capture?”

Danny hunched his shoulders. He filled with determination. “I made a promise, Damian.”

The boys stared into each other’s eyes, searching. Their fins flared, an unconscious fight for dominance. Damian loomed over Danny, defiant. Danny held firm.

“Very well. Are you ready to go now?”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t wanna linger around here much longer. Do you?”

Damian flipped himself so he was belly up. The boy glared at the ship above. “Not particularly. Let us go.”

It was morning when Jazz woke up. Her head lay on a towel and icepack. Warm sunlight streamed into her room. The back of her head numbly throbbed, a reminder of what had happened last night. Emotions simmered. Vestiges of adrenaline, anxiety and stress coursed through her system. Alongside them, relief. She had done it. Danny was safe.

A tear fell through her eye. Would it be the last time she ever saw him?

Jazz pulled herself out of bed sluggishly. The floor in her room and just outside still bore stains from Damian’s mucus. Honestly, boys.

She glimpsed the vast ocean outside her window. They were near the Panama Canal. That was probably where Danny and Damian were headed. It seemed the boys had a plan all along. Danny was strong. Not his superpowers, but his heart. Her little brother had persevered this far, and she hoped that knowing that at least one member of his family loved him for sure would allow him to make it.

For now, she had to face the music. What would her parents to do her?

“JAZZIE!”

Jazz jumped out of her skin. Her father’s feet stomped thunderously through the room. He scooped her up in one motion, crushing her ribs with a tight hug.

“D-dad!”

“Jazzie we were so worried!” Her father sobbed. “We’d just finished fighting off those abyssal abominations when we realised you and Brucie weren’t there! And then we looked in the lab and- and- and-”

Jazz patted her dad’s back. “There, there, dad. It’s alright. I barely even felt anything.”

“Jazzieeee!” Her father cried.

Her mother walked in soon after, a tray of food in hand.

“Honey, you’re smothering her.”

“Oh, sorry!”

Right as her dad let her down, her mother rushed up and engulfed her in another crushing hug. Lots of points in the ‘not smothering’ department there. “We were so worried. How are you feeling? Honey? Is your head alright?”

“Just a bit of a headache, that’s all. I’m fine, mom, honest!”

“Come here now.” Her mum pushed the tray on to her atop a wooden stand that had been lying in the room. “I’ve made you some chicken noodle soup, and I’ve got you some Tylenol for the headache. We’ve also screened you for any remaining siren influence.”

“I can’t believe it! That tiny green kid had it in him to mind control our dear Jazzie!” Her dad cried loudly, tears streaming down. “Are you sure you’re ok, sweetie? We can do some more tests.”

Jazz shook her head. “Dad, I promise I’m fine. I barely even registered anything happening. Just a blur in my head, then suddenly I’m awake in here. Where’s Mr Wayne?”

“We put him in the guest room. Your mind controlled self did a number on him! Guess we won’t have to worry about any human creeps getting the jump on you, eh?”

Jazz’s face twisted in (mostly performative) guilt. “I’m so sorry! Is he ok?”

Her mum shook her head. “Don’t worry about him, honey. He’s just got a bit of a bump on his head now. He’ll be fine.” Served him right for terrorising her little brother, be it intentionally or not.

Jazz rubbed the back of her head, still throbbing.

“It’s not your fault. It was the fault of those damn crafty fish.” Her mother’s face sank.

Jazz leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder. “What’s the damage then?”

Her dad sat down. “Well it ain’t pretty. The engines are gonna need recalibrating. Then the rudders fixed. Thankfully we’ve got all the spare parts we could need and more, but it’ll take a day and a half, maybe more, before we’re seaworthy again.”

“Can’t believe all that crying was just act.” Her mum muttered darkly. “Just buying time for his friends to show up.”

Jazz put her noodles down, and gulped a handful of pills. “What did Phantom do?”

“Mostly he tried to lie to our faces. Then put on a show of being scared and helpless. I can’t believe we fell for it.”

Jazz stared into her mother’s eyes. And what she saw shocked her. Instead of the conviction, the hatred and the determination that usually backed those words, Jazz found vulnerability. At first she thought it was because her mom thought she’d lost her chance to get Danny back. But none of that occurred in the days leading up to this event. Not once during this expedition had she seen such uncertainty.

“Mom? Are you ok?”

The uncertainty disappeared underneath a mask, underneath her red goggles. “I told you not to worry, sweetie. Get some more rest. Your father and I have a boat to fix.”

“That’s right! I don’t wanna see you running around trying to help us, got it?”

Her parents filed out of the room, leaving her to her thoughts.

Jazz went for her phone.

Tucker blinked himself away at the morning sun. Immediately he went for his laptop. He went into the Fentons’ systems, went into their cameras and detection equipment, breath baited.

The lab was empty. The sonars were clear. The radar was clear. He wanted to cry. They had done it!

“Yes!”

Sam groaned beside him. Right, he was in her room. “Please celebrate quietly, Tuck. You’re killing me.”

Tucker winced. Sam looked not much better than last night. She was swathed in bandages like some anime main character. “Sorry Sam.” He whispered.

“Did we do it at least?”

He lifted his laptop to show her. “Danny’s like 400 miles away. And with what Jazz did, he’ll be getting much farther.”

“Good. I’ll return to the land of the dead now.”

Tuck waved his hands in front of her. “Wait! What about changing your bandages?”

“Ugh.” Sam stayed lying down, but her eyes remained open.

Tucker got to work. His hands moved carefully around Sam’s tender spots. Her skin had regained most of its colour overnight, but was still sensitive. At some point, he put on the news on his laptop, like they had been since Danny left.

“Your grandma’s gonna kill me for letting you do this.”

“Not before she kills me first.” Sam muttered. “And not before I kill Danny for giving me this killer headache.”

Tucker snorted. “Be a waste of blood to kill the person you spent it all saving.”

“That’s why I’ll suck out all his tasty fish blood. Like a vampire.”

“Hah! I’m pretty sure Hamon and vampirism don’t mix Sam.”

Sam whacked him in the head with a pillow. “It’s the Focus, not Hamon.”

The news feed switched to a familiar image. Sam pulled herself to a sitting position. “Turn it up, Tuck!”

‘On to other news, it has been over 96 hours since Damian Wayne, heir to Wayne Industries, was viciously attacked by sirens. Only a day later, Bruce Wayne, father to the boy, set off with local siren hunters Jack and Maddie Fenton. They have not been heard from since. We interviewed government experts, Operatives K and O for their statements,

The presenter gestured to a large TV screen showing two of the smarmiest bastards Tucker had ever met (second only to, ugh, Vlad).

“We share our condolences to Bruce Wayne for his loss. The siren menace continues to plague this country and others.-‘

“Bullshit!” Sam shouted.

“As a result, we are calling for all citizens in coastal areas to be on high alert. These fish freaks are living among us, seeking out the weakest and most suggestible, and then luring them to the bottom of the sea to be eaten, or worse.’

“And what of Damian Wayne?”

Agent K lowered his head. He placed his hand on his heart. Tucker heckled at the terribly stilted and overwhelmingly dishonest display.

‘We regret to say that he was torn to pieces, and eaten. We will be pursuing his killer, a siren dubbed Phantom, to bring to justice.’

Sam clenched her first. “The only justice we need is for your entire organization to burn and every single one of you in The Hague!”

‘If any of you see or suspect Phantom, we implore you to contact our offices immediately. This specimen is no Little Mermaid, but a vicious predator who will take away everything you hold dear.’

The newscast cut away from the two men. The presenter continued with a constant cool composure, despite the grim subject matter.

‘Indeed, the attacks on Amity Island have gained national attention as a result of Damian Wayne’s death. However, there has nonetheless been pushback against the narrative presented by the GiW. In Baja California, Mexico, residents of a small fishing town were shocked to find an entourage of Atlantean soldiers escorting a group of illegal whale hunters. The poachers have since been deported to the United States, but not before they claimed to be attacked by a siren matching the mysterious Phantom’s description, in addition to another small green siren. Our correspondent in Mexico has the scoop.’

The newscast cut to a female Atlantean soldier and a young reporter.

“The boat was covered in ice, like it was the Arctic or something. So were the poachers. One guy was covered up completely except for his mouth. I’m sure we accidentally ripped off a layer of skin or two breaking it. Feel kinda bad, but they’re poachers so meh. Not to mention all the slime.” The soldier shuddered visibly.

“And what do you think provoked the sirens to attack the ship? Are the sirens just very conservationally-minded?”

She shrugged. “Hell if I know. My guess is the humans were creeping up on their territory.”

The news segment droned on to less interesting details. Tucker and Sam had heard enough.

“Damn, Sam! Looks like your ways are rubbin’ off on Danny.”

Sam chucked another pillow at him. Tucker dodged. “You mean he’s giving himself away. I hate poachers as much as the next guy, but he has invisibility for fuck’s sake. Why did he let himself get seen!?”

Tucker shrugged, mimicking the Atlantean woman on the video just then. “I’m sure he’s got a good reason somehow.”

“Or he forgot he could do that.”

“Or he forgot he could do that.”

Tucker shut his laptop closed. “Welp, if that’s all, I gotta run back before my mom doubles my grounding.” He winced.

The boy clambered out Sam’s window, and waved her goodbye.

“Thanks Tuck. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“We’re Team Phantom, baby! We’re riding high or dying, and there’s no in between!”

Samson Skulker stood over the edge of his yacht, a beautiful glass of red wine in hand. Below him, his trusty dolphin cohort surfaced, chittering information. The wound on his leg was healing nicely, and his suit was ready too. It was incredible. Simply incredible how much poor little Phantom could swim in a single day. Faster than any other sea creature in the world, except for his own species. It was an exhilarating hunt, even if he had to upgrade his engines over and over just to keep up.

“Panama Canal, you say? Well, well, well. This will be interesting.”

Skulker pulled out his phone and dialed the number he’d seen on TV.

“Hello? I’d like to report a Phantom sighting. I saw him heading towards Panama. I think he’s making Panama his next target.”

Let’s see how the little fishies squirm when there are a couple dozen more sharks in the water.

The water had been getting shallower, brighter. It tinged with the smell of wood and metal and oil. Seagulls cried from above. Damian knew where they were. Knew they were close.

To be continued…

[utterentropy]

I just remembered that the main conflict between HMS is Heart and Mind hating each other and violent rejecting harmonisation bc I'm just so used to Soul being the problem and Heart and Mind being loving brothers who just like to play fight a lot

Like… Heart and Mind are extremely cruel to each other in canon

Heart literally attempts to murder Mind and Mind mocks Heart as he tortures him

That's so horrible, and yet in the la la land of AXYER world they're driving home from a party and buying Taco Bell and Heart's not wearing a shirt and Mind hasn't slept in four days

[wickedcriminal]

probably useless au time: hiccup the elder has to babysit maisie brumble while she and hiccup the younger drive him crazy

I love it

(Bonus dragon prince boys)

Elder has unlocked Older Brother Abilities he never knew he had... at this rate he'll grow too powerful

[thelikesofus]

last line tag

tagged by @sibylsleaves and @hippolotamus <3

what better to do when your still awake at 5am than to write some wholesome buckley siblings for my pirate au

“Fresh start, right.” Buck whispers to her and she grins up at him.

“Yeah.” They knock their bread rolls together. Under the table Buck find’s her hand and links their pinkies. Maddie squeezes back.

tagging @loserdiaz @thosetwofirefighters @lilbuddie @bekkachaos @shortsighted-owl @spotsandsocks @rogerzsteven @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1

[nemo-draco]

Intercom: We ask that you secure all small items before we take off.

Everyone: [stops what they're doing and grabs Bendy]

Boogey: Do you feel safe?

Bendy: ...I will beat ALL OF YOU!!!

Demons present are the properties of their owners: Bendy is from @kkolg , Boogey is from @sstvar , Lolligo is from @blottart414 , and Bells is mine.

Bendy just going to Bells later I thought we were FAMILY kiddo, why're you doing this to meeee...

Bells just responds "oh I know". Picture of utter innocence right there.

And shenanigans.

[ep2nd]

There comes a time for every mcyt Tumblr person to make an AU.

That time is today.

And this AU will be from Empires smp season 1 and I guess HBG(just the characters).

Flower and Sea Family Mafia AU

Yes, it is a Mafia au, I have no regrets.

Basis:

Human AU

Modern AU

Mafia AU

Flower Husbands

Seablings

Rivendell Elf brothers

Scott and Xornoth's parents

Lizzie and Joel on the side

Some other Esmp characters on the side

NO JORNOTH

Good brothers Scott and Xornoth

Follows my family headcanon with Jimmy and Scott adopting Illumina

It's set with Jimmy, who is poor and needs money for his sister's medical bills, who finds a job as a hit man for a really big, fancy company. Reluctantly, he takes it.

He ends up having to work with Scott Major, unknown to Jimmy that he is the youngest son of the lead Man who owns the whole operation.

Scott doesn't like how his father is basically putting a bodyguard on him, and Jimmy doesn't like Scott.

Eventually, they realize they have things in common and Jimmy helps Scott through his daddy issues, kind of.

Scott's father thinks he's useless and weak and Scott just wants to impress his father, willing to do anything to get his attention.

Xornoth is their father's favorite but working in a different city. They really love their younger brother and visit him to give him the familiar love that their father would never give Scott.

Now how does Illumina play into this?

Well, if this post gets at least 10 notes I'll continue this AU.

If you have any questions, just go to my ask box.

[monkieninja]

!!SPOLERS!!

!!A MERMAID’S TALE SPOILERS ALERT!!

…I need to change the story of Sea Siblings AU, after “A Mermaid’s Tale” lore is dropped..

So.. What we have:

White/Black Pearl Cookie is corrupt herself by wrath and hatred. But also is “betrayed” by Lord Oyster (but he is not).. And “death” of Frilled Jellyfish Cookie..

Sea Fairy Cookie is wanted to reach the moon. BUT somehow the frozen curse is appeared, I still don’t know, how is that’s happened.. But I know, that’s not fault of her au brother-

The Gem Mermaids, who is leaves for new waters and we don’t know, where is it.. That’s means, they’re possibly still alive.

Now, I need to create from this new lore for my AU..

And September 1st is coming..

Wish me luck :_

[hetagrammy]

vibrating vibrating vibrating pjo au

So would Feliciano also be a child of Aphrodite? And what about Molly's brothers?

I think Feliciano would also be a child of Aphrodite, but much more embracing of it.

Mama Brit got around in nationverse so that’s maintained here lmao. There are cases (like Beryl Grace) of people attracting more than one god or the same god multiple times, and I feel like she’d be capable of it. Why? She’s Mama Brit and she does what she wants. I’m also thinking to equate to the whole seeing magical creatures thing she’s one of those mortals who’s able to see through The Mist very well, so she knows a bit of what she’s getting herself into. Alasdair is a child of Athena in my brain because I think it fits his personality well, as well as Scotland’s history of applied learning and engineering (and economics 🤢). Seán and Alwyn are also children of Apollo, because Seán’s her twin and Wales also has a strong musical/oral tradition, plus the Welsh longbow cannot be ignored. Finally, for Arthur the moody sea rat, who could be more fitting than Poseidon?

[youareunbearable]

Mermaid!AU where as a boy Fingon saves a wounded merman with long red hair who was beached and tangled in a net. He helps free the merman and return him to the sea, and as thanks he gives him a golden ribbon that has some of his brilliant red scales dangling from the end.

Fingon takes that ribbon and hides it, not wanting to share his merman with anyone else, and as he ages he would have thought the encounter was a dream if not for that ribbon.

One night, on his 25th birthday, he wears that ribbon in his hair, and he and his siblings and cousins go sailing around the islands that make up their home in celebration. The party is loud and joyful and the fireworks over the ocean are brilliant. Except something goes wrong and suddenly, the boat has caught fire.

Fingon, as the eldest, makes sure all his siblings and cousins are on a row boat and safely away from the blaze, but before he can jump overboard to swim to one, a piece of the mast falls and hits him in the head right before he jumps. Fingon slips into the ocean, unconscious as his family screams for him.

Unknown to the humans above, King Feanaro's seven sons circle underneath. Celegorm and his pet shark are more than happy to feast on the unlucky sailors in this shipwreck, Maglor prepares a sirens song to lure those in the row boats into the depths, while Caranthir, Curufin, and Ambarussa wait to loot the sucken vessel.

Maedhros, the eldest of the sons and crown prince of the seven seas, is the first to see Fingon in the water. At first, he is entranced by the beauty of the drowning human, how the fire light overhead dances across his unconscious face. Maedhros swims closer, and his silver eyes widen when he sees his ribbon and scales in the hair of this unconscious man, the very gift he gave away years ago to a young boy that saves his life. A boy that must have grown up into a man since then. This man.

Maedhros calls off his brothers, sends them back home as he drags the mortal back up to the surface. The least he can do for the man's valiant efforts is to repay them. He sings as he swims, urging thr waves to help the swiftly reach the shore, to take them for enough out that he won't be washed back in with the tide.

On the sandy beach, Maedhros looks down at the mortal man and feels something in his very soul sing out. He is no singer, not like his younger brother Maglor, but he is a merman and does have the ability to attempt to put that feeling into song. As he sings to this man, coaxing the water out of his lungs and to heal the wounds on his head, Fingon wakes a little.

Fingon hears the most enchanting voice as he comes back to wakefulness. His eyes are bleary with salt water when he tries to open them, but he sees red hair and glowing grey eyes and his heart swells. He almost forgot those features, hazy like a long forgot dream that they are. Weakly, he reaches up to brush a red strand away from sharp cheekbones. He hums along so the melody that is imprinting itself into his heart, not aware that the same is happening to the merman above him.

Hearing him sing, it unlocks something is Maedhros, something he didn't know he was missing. Impulsively, he bends down, breathing in the same air as this mortal, his mortal, and pressea his forehead against the brown skin under him. Nothing but breath and Song and the waves lapping at the shore.

Then, shouts in the distance. Voices calling out a name. "Fingon!" They cry.

The man, Fingon, Maedhros knows now, just blinks. Brought back to reality with the sound of his brothers and sister's frantic calling. Between one blink and the next, the being above him is gone, a splash the only signal of where he disappeared too.

Fingon scrambles to sit up, hoping to catch another glimpse. In the distance, highlighted by the red dawn rising, a flash of red scales glint before they vanish below the waves.

[lunieloon]

Listen, I know that ultimately, I'm the one making my OC's stories canon, but sometimes it's fun to have headcanons?? Sometimes ships that i know will never EVER happen are fun to delve into?? Sometimes i rotate a big canon-changing event in my mind knowing it will never happen and it's so fun.

[jankwritten]

How are hazel and nico in the hockey AU?

OH DUDE THEY'RE SO GOOD. It hasn't been shown much yet because the AU has been so focused on Jason and Nico, but Nico and Hazel talk almost every day, she's a MASSIVE part of his routine and he loves her so, so much.

It's going to come up a lot more in the coming arcs, Nico and Hazel's relationship, because I'm trying to shift a little more to show Nico's relationships with people outside of Jason. So Chapter 11 is much more team-and-family-centric than Jason-centric, and we see a LOT more of how Nico is doing when he's not constantly holding himself together for Jason. ESPECIALLY after how Nico interacted with Thalia, I think it's really important for the narrative to show how Nico loves and interacts with his own sister, because he was freaked out by Thalia being an older sister, he was freaked out by the reminder that he hasn't seen his own baby sister in months, and I think it would be a disservice for Nico to open up to Jason about those feelings, but not Hazel, y'know?

Hazel and Nico also lived together for a brief period of around a year, when Nico moved to Louisiana for hockey. He views Miss Marie as more of a mother figure than Persephone, even, and even though he spent that year terrified for his own life and safety due to potential persecution from his teammates, he still views it as one of the best years of his life. Having a sibling again, someone he actually shared the house with and cohabitated with and cared about, healed something in him he didn't realize needed healing.

Nico loves Hazel dearly, and she loves him too.

(Hazel doesn't know this, but Nico has a bank account set aside so, if she wants, he can help her and Miss Marie pay for an arts education. It's going to be his graduation present to her. And if she refuses his help, which he suspects she might, he'll just put the money toward buying her nice presents, art supplies or dance uniforms or any other luxuries she might otherwise not buy for herself. Nico is independently wealthy now, after all, and he's certainly not going to waste all that money on himself.)