Hey! It's Sarah here, and I thought I'd leave a collection of drabbles (or at least, a growing one) here on FanFiction. All of these are going to be less than 1,000 words each, since over 1,000 officially makes it a one-shot in my books. Plus, drabbles are easy and quick to write.

Chapter 1

Theme: Family
Characters: Bianca di Angelo, Nico di Angelo
Words: 441

*contains Spanish, translations in the AN at the end

Familiar Family

Nico pushed his hands deeper inside his pockets, sucking in his cheeks as he struggled to keep warm. The air blew on him with a deadly chill, the same coldness Death's hand possessed when shaken. Nico should know. Death worked for his dad.

Closing his eyes, he leaned further back against the tree, feeling the hard wood against the surface of his skin, brushing his neck ever so slightly. Leaves whispered to him as he sought for tranquility, clawing for anything but the presence of another human being.

"¡Mamá! ¡Papá!"

Nico opened one eye, searching for the owner of the voice. The high-pitched sound was achingly familiar, as if the child were a long-lost friend.

"¿Qué pasó, hija?"

Across the street, standing in the broad daylight, was a child, no more than six. Her thick black hair was braided into a long fishtail, a silver crown wrapped around her head. Her olive skin radiated under the sun, her brown eyes glittering with newfound life and happiness. Her tiny hands pointed towards the window of the shop, pleading to her parents with pouty lips.

"Quiero eso, Mamá. ¿Por favor?"

Nico's eyes followed her finger. Behind the glass was a bow, the quiver of blunt arrows hanging beside it, waiting for a child to tuck it under his arms. The girl was now jumping up and down, unable to wait for her parents' reply.

"Un otro día," her dad promised, kissing her head.

She pouted. "Papá . . . La próxima semana son mis cumpleaños."

Her father smiled. "Next time, hija."

The girl sighed and grabbed her parents arms, slowly walking away from the store. Even from the shadows Nico could see the hurt and longing seeping into the young girl's emotions.

Once the family was gone, the son of Hades crossed the street, approaching the same store the girl stood in front of a few moments ago. He stared at the bow, feeling pain in his chest, as if he owed the little girl something, even if it was as small as a bow and a quiver of blunt arrows.

Sudden realization crashed down on him as he pieced everything he recognized and knew together. He stared at the bow, understanding. Without further hesitancy, he entered the shop, listening as the door made its twinkling chime.

The following week, Bianca found a large package from a stranger in her endless pile of birthday presents. Opening it up, she discovered the bow and arrow set she had so desperately wanted, and on the card, stuck onto the torn wrapping paper on the floor, were the words: To my favorite Huntress; Love, your brother, Nico.

Bianca's conversation with her parents (translated to English):

Bianca: Mommy! Daddy!
Mother: What happened, darling?
Bianca: I want that, Mommy. Please?
Father: Another day.
Bianca: Daddy . . . It's my birthday next week.
Father: Next time, darling.

So! What'd you guys think? Leave your thoughts in the comment box below. This drabble is based off a headcanon (an idea that you wish was canon/official), which can be found . . . somewhere on Instagram of Facebook. If it wasn't clear, the little girl was the incarnation of Bianca di Angelo :)

xoxo,
Sarah