Mr Handsome and the Midnight Angel (boyxboy)

Handsome as Hell

Early update for the lovely commenter, Roberta_tunesi123 :))

Can it be? Is it really you?

He nodded. I reached out towards him, grasping his hand and pulling him close. Looking up into his electric eyes, I felt the sparks everywhere our skin touched.

His hands were on my waist, my fingers were in his insanely soft hair. I closed my eyes. He was so fine. So very fine.

I felt him move closer to me. I tilted my head up. I could feel his breath on my face. I could hear my name being chanted in a squeaky voice. I could smell bacon on his breath. Wait, what?

Nico opened his eyes and met with a pair of watery blue eyes blown open a centimetre from his face.

"Hey Death Boy." It hissed at him.

A moment of silence passed.

"OH MY HOLY FREAKING GODS! GET OFF ME!" He simultaneously sat up, rolled over, and flipped her off. Literally flipped her off his bed and onto the floor.

"Oooouch Niiiiiicooooo, that hurtttttt!" Pommie whined from the floor.

"You know what really hurts? Waking up from a dream and straight into a nightmare. It hurts my heart." With that, he shoved the comfy blanket to the side and stalked over to Pommie.

"Oh my god! How dare you wear such scandalous clothes!" She squealed. He glanced down at his vest and shorts, and rolled his eyes.

"If you don't want to accidentally see me naked, then stop coming in to my room when I'm sleeping." He grabbed her by the collar and threw her outside the room, following her exit with a click of the lock. Finally in peace, he slumped against the door.

There was a muffled thud, then a yell, "Grandma says you have to wash all the clothes from yesterday, groom the horses, make some dessert, clean the windows and, um, what was it... Uh. Oh! Bake some brownies!"

Oh, just shut up. He knew he'd do it anyway, lest he'd have to face the nagging of the three witches every second of the day, complaining and moaning and groaning until he got the jobs done.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't procrastinate doing it. He had other things to do, anyhow. Important things, like trying to revive his dream about Mr Handsome and those dreamy eyes and Greek god's lips and-

Sigh. He's too beautiful for his own good.

His face actually did seem quite familiar, and no, he didn't mean from his dreams. Nico felt as if he'd seen that face before somewhere - on the newspaper maybe? Perhaps he was one of those famous models, seeing as he could definitely pass for one any day.

"Nico, you ungrateful little child!" He heard Demeter shriek from her bathroom. Whoops. She must have used the toothpaste I accidentally swapped with something else.

He grinned and thought about Mr Handsome one last time before properly starting his day.

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Will had been dreaming about the Midnight Lady up until the moment Austin jumped onto his bed.

"Wake up Will! You said you would teach me to sword fight today, remember?" He grabbed Will's shoulders and started vigorously shaking him.

Will groaned and turned over, away from Austin, and pulled the covers over his head. A second later, he was struck by the cold air on his boxer clad legs. With a quite unmanly shriek, he shot up and stumbled out of the bed, glaring at his brother with bleary eyes, and tried to snatch back the warm blanket.

"No, it's time to wake up! And you need to prepare for your masquerade thingy too. Find a bride and all." Austin sniggered at him, expecting Will to slump in despair. Much to his dismay, a dreamy look crossed over Will's face as familiar doe eyes and full pink lips entered his mind. Austin's sniggers turned into a groan of disgust.

"What?" Will focused his eyes on his annoying brother again.

"Don't tell me you already fell in love!" Austin sighed, exasperated. Will opened his mouth to reply, but Austin cut in, "Actually, no. I don't want to know. But I do want you to hurry your lazy butt to sword practice though!"

With that, he threw the blanket at Will and fled out the door. Will stood there hugging the blanket, wishing that it was a certain something else in his arms - a certain someone else in his arms... Perhaps a mysterious someone with skin like moonlight.

After a moment of daydreaming, he came to his senses and dropped the blanket back on the bed. Before he headed to the practice arena, he picked up his favourite sword and swung it once. Then he walked out - a sword in his hand, a swagger in his step, and a girl on his mind.

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Nico whisked the chocolate with the eggs and sugar in his bowl, singing a soft tune to himself.

"He's so tall, and handsome as hell-"

"NICO!" He clamped his mouth shut as Pommie catapulted into the kitchen. Arranging his face into a mask of annoyance, he turned around and glared at her.

"What do you want?" This act seemed to have become a daily routine for them, he thought to himself.

"I want the newspaper! Where is it?" She stomped her foot once for emphasis. Then once more, just to make sure.

"Woah, you reading? The newspaper, no less. Did you fall down the stairs and hit your head?"

"Don't be stupid, just give me the newspaper! Quickly, hurry up!"

Nico sighed and poured the mixture into the pan, placed it in the heated oven, and then walked over to the stack of papers. Riffling through the letters, bills, and random mail, he finally found the folded up newspaper. He shoved it at Pommie and then went back to his second batch of brownies.

"Oh My God, he is so handsome." Pommie's voice piped up from her position on the sofa. "Prince William is just..." She sighed a deep, day dreamy sigh.

Nico groaned at her lovesick attitude. He'd probably just given her a glance, and now she would be convinced they were in love. Darn those princes.

"And his eyes are sooo beautiful - and his hair looks so soft too!" Blue eyes appeared in his mind, along with that silky blonde hair. Unbeknownst to him, a dreamy smile bloomed across his face.

"Look Nico! Look at his perfection and be ashamed of yoursel-" She cut off suddenly, and then let loose a strangled scream, shocking Nico from his imaginary waltz with Mr Handsome.

"What now, you annoying hag?" He was slightly angry at her for snatching away his prime time with the godly stranger.

"You evil- you, don't tell me you're in love?!" Pommie stared at him with eyes aghast, the forgotten newspaper in her lap where, unnoticed by Nico, Mr Handsome's face glanced up from underneath the headline, 'Prince William Solace's Masquerade'.

Nico stared back at Pommie in shock - love?! Love that perfect human being with eyes that could melt a whole army to the ground? With a smile like the sun coming out of the clouds? With lips like-

Red roses bloomed on his cheeks.

"No! Nonono! No way, that's just stupid. No, it's- No!"

Pommie sat with her mouth open for a second, then jumped up and flung the newspaper into the air.

"Nico's in loooveeeeeeeee!" She began cackling maniacally as she headed towards the stairs.

Nico sagged onto the counter, the whisk still in his hand and chocolate dripping down his arm.

Love?