Author's Note:

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or Mountain Dew, if I did, I wouldn't be writing this.

This first chapter is dedicated to TheGoddessOfDuckTape

The Misadventures of a Bald Emo: An Idiot and Some Palm Fronds

By autumnflame

Nico didn't like being bald. He really didn't. Trust him; it doesn't get better after a few hundred times or so. And it was all Persephone's fault, that damn evil godly daughter of a freaking cereal-obsessed hippie goddess. Sure, he could understand the resent and hate towards him, he was a half-blood child of her husband after all, but this was just too cruel. Nico had gotten used to being turned into a dandelion, as sad as that sounded, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being a flower every time his Dad's wife got annoyed. It was always just over little things like leaving a shirt lying around somewhere or trampling whatever meagre plants Persephone could grow in the Underworld. Minor details, really.

So when Spring came closer, which meant Persephone could go back up to the surface, Nico couldn't wait. Unfortunately, the son of Hades didn't think that she would leave him a 'present' as she had called it, a 'last minute surprise', which loosely translated meant 'a spell to make Nico turn into a dandelion every time he did something wrong, even when Persephone wasn't even in the freaking Underworld'.

Nico felt too girly being a flower and certainly not very emo. Though he had to admit, it was a very nice looking flower to be, but that wasn't the point. It only got worse when Leo came prancing into the field he was currently residing in and decided to count flower petals for gods know what reason. He was probably high on red food colouring or something, maybe Mountain Dew?

Of all the pretty little flowers in the field, which one did Leo pick? Did he pull out the tulip across the field shouting about the end of the world? No. Or the magnolia next to Nico that was rambling on and on about the pros and cons of wearing a latex suit with a utility belt and palm fronds? No, it had to be him, Nico the dandelion. He made a mental note to pray to Tyche more.

"Everyone loves me." The forty-fourth petal falls to the ground.

"I'm awesome." A forty-fifth petal falls.

"Everyone adores me." Twenty petals to go...

"I'm smokin' hot." Nineteen left...

"Everyone worships me." Eighteen...

Despite it, Leo hadn't started the process so egoistically. At first it had been a simple 'she loves me, she loves me not.' The son of Hades did at a later point wonder who the 'she' was. Perhaps it was due to Leo's extremely high sugar levels or the possibility that he was embracing his darker side, but it very soon escalated to 'everyone wishes they could be me, I'm on FIRE!'. Fortunately he ran out of petals on Nico's head.

And so here he was, in his cabin having sneaked away from the field, but not without a few nymphs giggling and pointing at his hair – or rather the lack thereof – sitting on a bunk, sulking. Sulking. The young demigod would have preferred the term 'brooding' but he knew that he was just plain sulking. Nico wondered how having all of his petals pulled out during 'Dandelion Mode' didn't kill him. It should have, but he guessed Persephone wasn't trying to kill him off, just to teach him a lesson.

Instead it had left him bald.

Wonderful.

Brilliant.

What the heck was he going to do now?

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