"Nico! Listen to this music!" Hazel called, running to catch up with her brother. "It's zydeco and it's amazing."
"What's zydeco?" Nico asked.
"It's a music genre from southwest Louisiana. It reminds me of my childhood. It's amazing. Listen!" Hazel reached into her pocket and pulled out a tape recorder. She pressed a button and loud music filled Nico's ears.
"Gods! Hazel, why do you like this? It's terrible."
"You're just jealous." Hazel said, crossing her arms and walking away.
"Of what?" Nico yelled after her.
"Ugh, today was the worst," Nico complained, sitting next to his boyfriend for dinner. Will nodded and took a bite of his mashed potatoes. "First I had to go to New Rome for some ambassador of Pluto thing. I don't even know why that position still exists. On top of the exhaustion of shadow traveling across the country, Hazel kept bothering me about this 'great' music genre. Zydeco. It was the worst. Now every time I think of it I want to die and take Hazel's tape recorder with me." Will just sat there, still eating his mashed potatoes. "I mean, I know she's my sister, but I absolutely hate her music. What's your take?" Nico sat there a moment, staring at Will until he noticed. Will looked up at Nico with surprise in his eyes, as if he was just now realizing that his boyfriend was sitting next to him. "Oh, Nico." Will took his cordless earbuds out of his ears and put them in his pocket. "Sorry. Didn't see you. I was hyper-focused on this great music Hazel got me into."
That was the day Nico learned
That there was no escape
That there was no love
That there was no hope
That there was only
Zydeco.
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Solangelo Oneshots
FanfictionA good life is like a good collection of oneshots. There's fluff, angst, smut, and over explained gay puns. This has all of my old, unedited Solangelo fanfic. It's not always good, but it's always gay (like me.)
