Nathan is a pop star trying to finish his album. Elijah is a reporter gathering insider info. When they start fake dating, their worlds turn upside down... ***** When Nathan Lowe and Elijah Scott agree to stage a relationship for publicity reasons, both of them are striving for their own goals. Finding love is certainly not one of them, and yet it is only a matter of time until the lines between pretense and passion start to blur and what started as a PR stunt soon turns out to be more than they bargained for. Before they know it, they find themselves caught in a web of lies and intrigues, mind games and manipulation, until the only thing they can know for sure is this: Nothing in Hollywood is ever quite the way it seems. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity and drug use, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

It happened so quickly.. Before I knew it we where attacking Clause's men. Each man and woman dieing one by one. Blood splattered on the deck and our swords dripped with the red liquid. "Stay out here and make sure we didn't leave anyone!" I ordered and headed towards the Captains office/room. I kicked the door open and my eyes widen at the sight. A man with white hair almost like snow if it wasn't dirty. His abs seemed to be trained and tanned, oh how grateful I am that he doesn't have a shirt on. He had glistening sky blue eyes that seem to put anyone into a trance, and oh that evil smirk wooed me. But aside of the sexy looks, he killed Captain Clause! The lifeless body of the Captain, laid still on the ground blood leaving his chest in big amounts. Oh how angry I felt towards the hot man standing in front of me. "Well if it isn't Captain haddock." He smirked and cleaned his sword with a hankie. "Yes, and you are?" I said sounding close to an order. "Jack, Jack Frost"

Nico di Angelo was one of /those/ kids. The kind with no friends. The kind that no one likes. The kind that is beaten every single school day but no one bothers to help. It's not like it was a new thing. It all started when he was only eight, his mom died in a car crash. His sister died two years later when a car hit her while she was riding her bike to the park. Everyone blamed Nico for their deaths expect for his step-sister and his absent father. He even blamed himself for the deaths. He thought no one could ever bring him out of the deep pit of dark depression he fell in, but one blonde-hair boy was going to change that. (All characters belong to Rick Riordan, title was made by @mbotdcosplay on Instagram)