(It's always bothered me that there are no xreader stories with Hazel. She's probably my favorite demigod besides maybe Nico)
Let's all get up and dance to a song That was a hit before your mother was born
"Come on (y/n). Hand it over" Hazel Levesque asked with a smile as she put her hand out.
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"I don't know Hazel. Do you even know any music?" (Y/n) asked as he raised an eyebrow but still handed her his phone so she could find a song she liked.
"Of course I do!... they're just much older songs" she replied the last part quietly before searching up a song she liked. Hazel Levesque was the daughter of the roman god Pluto. She had died in 1942 and had been brought back a few years ago by her half brother Nico Di Angelo. She usually stayed at camp Jupiter with the Roman demigods but since her recent breakup she had been staying at camp halfblood, home of the Greek demigods.
Hazel started playing some old song that (y/n) was unfamiliar with and stood up before offering her hand to (y/n). He grabbed it and she pulled the son of Apollo to his feet. "Dance with me" she said happily as she smiled at the boy.
"Happily" (y/n) replied with a smile as he grabbed her hand.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
"So how old is this song exactly?" (Y/n) asked as he wrapped an arm around Hazel's waist.
"Not that old" Hazel replied with a shrug.
"So what? 1940? 1935?" (Y/n) asked curiously. Usually when Hazel replied with not that old that meant it was from her first lifetime.
"1932" Hazel replied quietly with a nervous smile.
"Ha! You're old" (y/n) teased as he danced with a girl. She pouted at what he said before leaning her head against then boys chest.
"So you're into older women Huh?" Hazel asked after a minute with a smirk as she looked back up at him.
"Only ones who can make precious gems appear from the ground. I'm quite literally a gold digger in this case" (y/n) replied as Hazel laughed. Since Hazel's father was the god of precious metals she had the ability to find such metals and pull them from the ground.
Your mother should know (Your mother should...) Your mother should know (...know)
"I think I recognize this song actually" (y/n) said as Hazel looked up at him happily.
"Really?! It's good isn't it?" She asked excitedly. It wasn't often that her friends knew the music that she liked.
"Yeah I definitely know this song" the boy said with a nod. "My mom used to listen to this when she was kid. She still listens to it sometimes"
Hazel frowned at him. "Did you really just get my hopes up only to make me feel old again?"
"Yes I did" (y/n) replied with a smile as the two kept dancing. The dancing was nearly perfectly choreographed even though neither had danced together before.
