#nico di angelo fanfic

[chasingpj]

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞

"Hi, my name's Nico!"

pairing: platonic!nico di angelo x older sister reader

summary: you found your pugsley addams

warnings: brief mention of injury, grieving a family member

category: one-shot but not really

a/n: this is probably awful but do i need to fulfil my big sister urge to protect our beloved nico? yes. yes i do. i got this idea listening to Here With Me by d4vd, if you want something to listen while reading <3

“Hi, my name is Nico!”

Tousled dark brown hair, big brown eyes, a toothless grin, and a squeaky voice. Strangely, he doesn’t cower at your eyes, sizing him up. Either he doesn’t care or he’s clueless to your judgment. You're sure it’s the latter. 

How could this tiny boy, with too much life in his eyes, and too much excitement in his voice be a child of Hades? Considering your father’s exciting track record with children, this wasn’t what you were expecting when Chiron mentioned you had a brother moving in soon.

He’s just so… lively. 

The blinding daylight outside poured through your agape curtains and it surrounded his small frame like a giant halo. 

The sight was violent.

It gave you a headache. 

“What’s your name?” He waits antsy for your answer and you debate on even giving him one. 

Father told you he didn’t have any living children besides you. Considering the boy in front of you, it was a lie, or he had forgotten about him. Either way, you plan on arguing about it later. 

How dare he give you a roommate. Let alone a roommate barely in the double digits. This boy could have a tantrum today, and you didn’t sign up for babysitting.

“My side.” Your fingers point to the left of the cabin which is furnished with a bed, shelves, a desk, and a nightstand you got shipped to camp. “Your side.” 

Lazily, you point to the right. The lone bunk bed that initially occupied the space is tucked there, ready for the roommate you never thought would arrive. 

After three years, you had debated on getting rid of it, maybe donating it to the Hermes cabin. Gods know they need it but you guess keeping it was the right choice. 

“Inside voice only. No laughing, no whining, no groaning, no screaming, and especially, no crying.” 

The boy’s face falters into a slight frown. Your unblinking, emotionless face had settled into his awareness. For the first time since he’s arrived, he looks down at his feet. “Okay.” 

Your vision follows his movements as the boy retreats to his side of the room. His suitcase drags across the floor, making a wretched sound and it shoots irritation straight into your chest. 

Harsh words threaten to spill from your lips but they get caught at the back of your throat.

At least he’s compliant, you consider. Better bubbly and compliant than bubbly and stubborn. 

★・・・・・・★

“Psst.”

Did you imagine it? The sound was so faint and quick, you weren’t sure if it even happened. 

Voices in passing weren’t foreign to you. The occasional energy likes to linger around. 

If it was that, you refused to spare a single movement to signal you heard anything at all. A bothersome ghost wasn’t really in your plans tonight. 

There wasn’t a twitch in your face or a pause in your breathing that gave you away. And as you do every night, you remain laid on your back, hands lightly folded and rested in the middle of your stomach. 

“PSST.” 

Great. 

The second time was filled with so much urgency you couldn’t conclude it as a trick of the ear. Suddenly, you’re filled with dread. And it wasn’t from the possibility that when opening your eyes, you may find an entity looming over you. Honestly, you wished that’s what you were expecting. At least then, you’d be more interested. 

But no, you knew the sound came from no one other than the pest who sleeps across the room. Even now, you are fully aware of his small presence beside your bed. 

You had to give him credit. At no point did you hear him approach.

A silent stride just like yours? Maybe you actually are related. 

“What?”

Nico tenses up, his hand flings back to his side. He was just questioning if you were even alive, judging from your barely rising chest. Not sure what to do after your lack of response, he thought giving you a little poke would get a reaction but from your tone just now, he was glad he didn’t get to test that out. “T-the statue…” Nico didn’t dare look over, gaze set on your blank face. “What about it?” “It blinked.” 

Nico rubs his sweaty palms on his pajama pants, feeling the looming presence of Hades's statue. 

The past few nights, while lying in his bed, he kept returning to the same conclusion. He couldn’t be the only one who thought sleeping in a room with a giant statue was kinda creepy. 

Sure, it was just stone, but at times, it felt like it was looking at him. He thought he was just imagining it at first. Bianca did say he had a habit of spooking himself out but it didn’t stop him from sleeping with the sheets over his head. 

Tonight, however, amongst the deliriousness of waking up, he made the mistake of looking over. His vision was hazy, but he was sure of what he saw. The statue had blinked. Clean and quick as if it was supposed to do that. It was more than he’s ever seen you blink, and he’s been with you for almost a week. 

“It does that sometimes.”  

“What?” Nico’s voice was laced with so much emotion you could imagine what face he was making. Behind your eyelids, you envisioned the scared face Mr. D made you identify recently in therapy. It was so comedic to you, you almost smiled. 

“Go back to sleep.” A whine immediately leaves Nico’s lips, and your hand moves up, arm bent at the elbow, your pointer finger in the air. “No whining.” “But—” “Still whining,” you point out, and Nico remains quiet for a moment. Taking consideration of his silent movements earlier, you assumed he retreated to bed, but as he cleared his throat, you wished you could roll your eyes with them closed. 

“I’m scared.”  

“And what do you want me to do about that?” 

“I don’t know. When I’m scared, my sister—” 

“I’m not your sister.” 

Nico frowns but remains in his spot unmoving. As the seconds passed, your awareness of his presence started to irk you.

“Ugh.” 

The tired glare on your face makes Nico cower, and you sling your legs to the side. Another sigh leaves you and you march over to his side of the room. He waits as you rip the fitted sheet from the top bunk and throw it over the statue. 

“There. Happy? He can’t stare at you if he can’t see you.” 

“Now it just looks like a ghost,” Nico shifts, fear still on his face.

There’s a smack as your palm meets your forehead. A child of Hades scared of a ghost? You were about to tell him to get used to it but before you can nag him an idea graces your mind. 

Quickly, you walk over to your desk, hands searching for a black marker. Once in your grasp, you drag a chair to the stone and stand on it. 

Two circles for the eyes and one smiling open mouth. 

Moving away to see your drawings, you decide it was a refreshing sight compared to the usually stoic face of the god. 

“Better?” you ask, tone still bored as you cap the marker.

Nico’s eyes light up, a smile growing wide on his face. Who would be scared of a happy ghost? He nods brightly, and you make your way down, eyes rolling at the entire situation. “Go to sleep,” you command, and Nico nods, more willing than he was a few minutes ago. As you both return to the covers, the boy glances across the room one more time. “Good night,” he calls, and you stare at him for a moment. 

He always says it despite you never saying it back. Under your gaze, he waits expectantly, but it never returns. Just as every night, you lie down without a word. 

★・・・・・・★

Capture the flag isn’t your cup of tea. 

In the summers, you never participated. The bright sun, the humidity, it all made you want to claw your skin off. 

Usually, you get out of it but Mr. D pointed out there was no reason not to participate since most of what you hate about it isn’t a problem this time of year. One comment from him and Chiron takes it upon himself to ensure you attend. 

You hated it. 

Forced to strategize with Thalia and Percy, you are reminded the weather wasn’t the only thing you despised. It was dealing with everyone else too.

"I'll take the offense," Thalia volunteered. "You take defense."

"Oh." Percy hesitated. "Don't you think with your shield and all, you'd be better defense?"

"Well, I was thinking it would make better offense," Thalia said. "Besides, you've had more

practice at defense. What do you think, Y/n?” 

Your gaze flickers between the two waiting expectantly for your opinion. 

The tension between them has been something else since they’ve come back from retrieving Nico and losing Annabeth in the process. It’s not like there wasn’t any tension before but right now, you can smell the power struggle and it stinks. 

“I don’t care. Argue amongst yourselves.” 

With that, you turn on your heels, looking for the boy who surprisingly isn’t standing behind you like a shadow. Your eyes search the crowd for a few seconds until you spot what looks like a pile of floating armor next to the Stoll’s. 

A small sigh leaves your lips. Whoever gave him that definitely is setting him up and judging by the poorly contained laughs of the Stoll’s, you can guess who’s rooting for Nico’s downfall. 

The boy, painfully unaware of this, just beams at you, too excited for the game ahead. Lazily, you make your way towards him and immediately, he’s bouncing happily, his mouth ready to bombard you with questions. 

Your palm rises before he could and he freezes, obeying your silent command. “You need to tighten that.” 

He looks down at himself, his helmet swinging down into his eyes and he struggles to pull it away. “Which part?” 

“All of it,” you snap. The sadness that flashes in his eyes shouldn’t have affected you but you straightened up, closing your eyes to recollect yourself. “We’ll get you better armor afterward.” 

Nico nods, gaze softening as you adjust the straps of his armor. You tug on them as much as you can, jerking the boy left to right with the movement. 

Once every strap couldn’t be tightened anymore, you step back to take a look. It didn’t do much but at least his plate is snug against his chest.

“Okay kid, stay out of the way and be careful with that thing.” Nico looks down at his sword, which is probably too heavy for him. “We need to get you another weapon too. Gods, who did your orientation?” 

Nico points over at the Stoll’s who are occupied with other campers. Sending a glare in their direction you huff, “Of course.” 

"Heroes!" Chiron calls, swiftly getting everyone’s attention. "You know the rules! The creek is the boundary line. Blue team—Camp Half-Blood—shall take the west woods. Hunters of Artemis—red team—shall take the east woods. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. No intentional maiming, please! All magic items are allowed. To your positions!"

“Do I get magic items!?” Nico screeches causing you to cringe. Whipping your gaze in his direction, he cowers sheepishly, his eyes filled with hesitant apology.  “No. Remember what I said. Stay—” “Stay out of the way and be careful with my sword.” Nico finishes your sentence and he smiles at the evident distaste in your expression. 

Your eyes flicker along his frame. “And don’t get hurt.” 

★・・・・・・★

Nico, to no one’s surprise, got hurt. 

Honestly, you couldn’t be upset at him, it’s not his fault he got caught in a spell cast. 

A certain Circe camper did a fine job at missing her every target, leaving Nico standing in the outfield like a giant bullseye. The force alone sent him back a few feet and he slid across the field like a rag doll for a few more feet afterward.

As he lay there limp in shock, you genuinely thought he died. Before you could wield the ground to swallow up his attacker, he groaned and stumbled back on his feet. 

Lucky for her, disappointing for you. You haven’t gotten around to doing that trick in a while. 

“Well, you definitely have blunt force trauma injuries, everywhere,” Fletcher says, removing his hands from Nico’s abdomen. The boy reclined in the cot flinches at the bruises already forming along his ribs. 

It looked pretty bad. So much so that you decided it would be cruel to tell him to stop crying.

“But you don’t have internal bleeding in your lungs so at least you won’t drown in your own life source.” 

Despite the smile Fletcher flashes at Nico, it doesn’t affect the look of horror on his face. 

“Nothing Ambrosia and Nectar can’t fix. You’ll be fine in a couple of days.” Fletcher helps the small boy sit up in the cot. He passes him a small cup of Nectar and orders him to drink up while he gets what he needs for the sling Nico’s arm will be in for a little bit. 

A sniffle leaves the boy as he observes the drink he’s left with. “What does it taste like?” “It depends on the person,” you sit back in your chair. “Usually tastes like something nostalgic, a favorite food or drink. You won’t know until you try it.” 

Nico nods, hesitantly taking a sip. As the flavors settle on his tongue, his eyes progressively widen. Next thing you know, he’s swallowing it like he hasn’t had a meal in days. 

“It tastes like the almond cookies they had at the Lotus Casino!” 

You nod in response, having some memory of Nico telling you about the Casino he and his sister lived at for a while. He’s told you plenty about it, you just weren’t listening most of the time. 

“I liked those the most because it reminded me of the cookies my mom would buy us.” 

Nico looks down at the cup, his smile faltering by the second. There’s a shadow clouding over his orbs and you quirk an eyebrow. The sadness overtaking his features looked strange. Sure you’ve seen him upset but you knew enough to recognize this expression as anguish. 

“What is it?” Your words came out more monotone than you intended. Shifting in your seat, you wondered why you even asked. Vulnerability wasn’t really something you sought after. It puts a bad taste in your mouth. 

“I was just wondering if Bianca would taste the same thing… but she never ate the cookies with me.” 

A hum leaves your lips. You don’t know much about that sister of his but you knew two things: first, you were here while he was hurt and she wasn’t. Second, her absence made Nico upset. 

“I understand.” Your vision is set on the small window beside you. Set on the fields of campers ahead, you ignore Nico’s burning stare. “I don’t like the taste of my nectar or ambrosia.” “Why?” “The flavors remind me too much of things I want to forget. Your sister probably didn’t eat those cookies for the same reason. It’s too much. Too many things tied to the things you like the most.” 

Nico’s silent, staring at the paper cup in his hands as if he was searching for something. 

“Nico, there’s one thing you need to know.” He averts his gaze over to you. “You’ll make friends, you’ll have lovers, you’ll have family but at the end of the day, the only person you truly have is yourself.” 

The boy shifts in his place, eyebrows furrowing. “Don’t let people steal parts of yourself from you. They’re going to disappoint you, expect it, and don’t be sad about it.” 

Silence followed somber and stuffy silence. For once, you were glad Fletcher returned in all of his child of Apollo gleam. He was better at cheering Nico up than you were, that’s for sure. 

★・・・・・・★

“What do you mean ‘He’s gone?’” Percy slowly retreats from your advances. Twice already, he’s stared at the glowing eyes of a child of Hades and the second time was even more intimidating. 

“He just disappeared,” Percy stutters out. “It looked like shadows took him, and then he was gone.” 

Schist. You didn’t even know the little rat could shadow travel. By now, he could be anywhere. You’ve been on him about training, but he still had that childish clumsiness to him. His chances of survival would be out of pure luck. 

A groan leaves your lips, knowing you’d have to go find him. If it were anyone else, you would have let them be, but this unfamiliar urgency in your chest wouldn’t allow it. You had to find and drag him back by his ear if you had to. 

Your eyes roll at the son of Poseidon, and you turn on your heels without a word. So much drama because of that sister of his. 

Rushing down the stairs of the pavilion, you conjure the shadows to form a portal that’ll lead you straight into the forest. 

Di Angelo, you better be alive when I find you. 

★・・・・・・★

How does a 10-year-old with short legs get so much distance? 

After hours of searching and instigating some fights with monsters, he was nowhere to be found. Concluding that, maybe, hopefully, he found his way out of the forest, you have to settle with waiting for him to return. If he returns.

Tired legs take you up the porch steps and you shrug off your coat the moment you step through the door. As the warmth graces your chilled skin, a floorboard creaks.

“Nico?” 

“Y/n?” Your name comes out of his mouth like a desperate plea as he reveals himself out of the shadows. With rosy, tear-stained cheeks, and watery eyes, Nico bolts in your direction, and for a moment, you think he’s going to attack you. 

It would be a bold move. Though, with his speed, he could get a good hit but he ended up doing something much worse. 

He hugged you. 

His small frame flings into you, short arms grasping your waist as if his life depended on it. 

“Percy broke his promise,” he cries, hot tears running down his cheeks and dampening your shirt. “Bianca,” he shutters. “He told me she died.” His frame shivers harder, the action almost too violent for his frame. You weren’t sure how but his grip tightened, “What am I going to do?” Get over it. 

The hostile thought was a knee-jerk reaction. Your mouth was about to relay the message but you stopped yourself, the words getting caught in your throat. 

The logical answer didn’t feel right. Why didn’t it feel right? 

Suddenly you’re aware of the sunken feeling in your chest. Its foreign nature made it hard to distinguish whether it hurt or if it was discomfort. 

This is odd.

Nico cries and cries, and by now, the clothing of your shirt is sticking damp to your skin. The longer you stood there, stuck on what to say next, you felt an urgency as if your response was timed. 

Rarely were you lost for words. Actually, you can’t recall a time when you have but right now you stood with your mouth open like a fish out of water. “You stay here,” you say abruptly. Nico pulls away, eyes glistening in the ray of moonlight seeping into the room. He’s so small. 

Not that he’s not small on any other day. His narrow shoulders droop and turn into themselves from the weight of the news. He looked fragile, searching for something other than his grief and he’s searching for it in you. 

It wasn’t often someone came to confide in you. Your advice was always too abrasive, and cold, and never did you have the urge to give something different. 

That’s what made this moment so strange. As Nico waits expectantly, you can’t find it in yourself to disregard him. 

“You stay here,” you repeat, the words delivered before your brain could process them.“And you train, and make friends, and find your own way around life.” Nico frowns, sleeve wiping his nose. Amongst his sadness, something flickers in his eyes. “Stay here with you?” With you. 

You couldn’t begin to decipher what that question made you feel. Forget the question, its delivery was hopeful and that surprised you the most. 

The feelings were almost overwhelming and before it completely flooded your senses, you shoved it to the side.

“Who else?” You clear your throat in an effort to get yourself together. “Is there anyone else who lives here besides me? Does the statue count too?” The question was genuine but something about it made Nico crack a smile.

“Anyways, you’ll see her again.” You shrug, stepping out of his loose embrace. 

“I will?” “We’re the children of the dead. We can just find her.” Find her so I can kill her again.

Nico sniffles, the sound snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Stop crying,” you blurt out, and the boy blinks, face pink. “Crying doesn’t fix anything,” is all you say before returning to your side of the room. 

Nico swallows, trying to suppress the tears. 

You were right. Crying doesn’t fix anything but even though it was true, his emotions were all too much for him. Sniffling softly and wiping his face with his sleeve, he retreats to bed. “Good night,” he says, voice quivering. 

Nico crawls into the covers, the fatigue hitting him the moment he rests against the spring mattress. Unexpecting, he wraps himself up, eyes shut tight in hopes he’ll be asleep soon. “Good night.” 

Nico’s eyebrows furrow. He finds some strength to lift his head just enough for you to be in his line of vision. Blinking in surprise, he swears he saw a smile on your face. It wasn’t teasing, or happy. It was comforting, as slight as it was. It wasn’t much but to Nico, it made him feel like he’d be okay. 

Without another word, you slid into your covers and went to sleep. 

★・・・・・・★

“Where’s the brat?” With crossed arms and a look of determination, you stood authoritatively at the double doors of your father’s dining room. 

The god sits at the very end of the grand table, skeleton butlers wait on either end of the room to serve him. On the polished mahogany wood, the bulbs of the many crystal chandeliers lined up across the ceiling reflect like ornaments. As Hades wipes the sides of his lips with a cloth napkin, the side of his mouth quirks as he catches Nico peeking behind your back like a child behind a mother’s skirt.

Since when have you been maternal? 

“I’m sorry, who?” Your father asks with fake confusion. The smile on his face already gave you a headache. You weren’t here to play games, you meant business. 

“You know who.”

Hades clears his throat and his eyes flicker over to Nico. Quickly, the small boy retreats nervously, eyes set on your back. “I don’t know where your sister is, boy.” 

“I don’t believe you,” you cut in. Nico wasn’t going to speak, the boy practically shivering in his father’s presence. Even as he refrains from confrontation, he’s in awe at your comfort towards the god. 

“There’s dead people in and out of this place. You think I would know?” Hades asks and a hum leaves your lips.

“I would think you’d at least keep track of your kids but if you’re going to be this useless to me, I’ll find her myself.” 

“Wait.” 

You halt turning on your heels and raise an eyebrow. There was a moment of disbelief, your father helping and not making everything so difficult for you, for once? You wonder who could have possibly granted this miracle. 

“She’s somewhere down here,” Hades says and you wish your expression could get straighter. “Wow, I would have never figured that out. Thanks.” Grabbing Nico’s sleeve, you begin dragging him out of the room. 

“She’s not in the meadows, I checked. I don’t think her life has been judged either but Charon said he rowed her in. I can feel she’s close.” 

You sigh. Finding her is proving to be more of a challenge than you thought. By now, you would think she’d be judged and categorized wherever the judges saw fit. However, from the dead ends, you’ve stumbled upon so far, you consider that she doesn’t want to be found. As annoying as it is, the chance to prove you can find her was enough to get you to keep going, “Noted,” you mumble, already deciding where you will look next. “Close the door on your way out!” “No.”

★・・・・・・★

“Okay, listen here…” You move a little closer, eyeing the name tag on the frightened guard. “Atrius. Have you seen Bianca? She looks like this kid.” Pointing at Nico, the ghost peers over your shoulder. 

“No, I haven’t seen her.” As definitive as that statement was, he didn’t sound so definitive. His bones clinked together as he shivered in your presence. 

“I don’t like when people lie to me.” You stare into his empty eye sockets. One moment passes and then two and then three and still he hasn’t budged. Irritation buzzed at the back of your skull. You had the time but none of the patience to play hide and seek. 

Nico stands a short way behind you, partially concerned for your victim. He wasn’t sure what you were going to do if you didn’t get what you wanted. The skeleton flashed him a look and even with no skin on his face, he could tell it was pleading. 

“Help me!” He was saying without a word. 

The boy doesn’t move from his spot though, instead looking away sheepishly. Pleading or not, he looked scary. That and Nico really wants to find his sister. “I’m not lying!” He insists and it annoys you even more. Quickly, in one movement, you grab his leg and tug so hard it comes straight out the socket. Tossing it to the side, your eyes don’t leave him as he yelps, falling straight to the ground. “Tell me where she is, or I’m tossing both of your legs into Tarturus. Last chance.” 

Atrius wails at your threat, the sound was so hysteric you almost missed his confession. “She’s hiding in Lady Persephone’s garden, amongst the pomegranate trees!” 

Nico flinches when you whip around. Already he was unsettled by your interrogation methods but nothing prepared him for your face.

You were smiling. Your eyes looked lit up. 

Not gracing him a look, you walked right past him. From his surprise, his brain never gave his body the signal to move. Instead, he averts his attention to a distraught Atrius whose more than relieved he finally got you out of his bones. 

Right as he’s about to look away, Nico jumps in his skin as the skeleton looks right at him once again. It was only then did he find the courage to move. Walking backward, he smiles sheepishly. “Um… thank you,” Nico’s tone is apologetic. Across the courtyard laid Atrius’s leg and the boy takes a step in that direction but is halted by the sound of his name. “You’re coming or not?” You ask him, foot tapping with impatience. 

Not wanting to keep you waiting, Nico forgets about retrieving the guard's limb. “Sorry about your leg!” He shouts behind him, hoping the apology was soothing enough as he joins your side. 

The young boy stares at the back of your sneakers as you make your way through the underworld. Already he’s seen some things that spooked him out too much. This was like walking through a horror maze for him. 

For you though, he notices you’re more comfortable around here than you did at camp. Your usually confident stride had purpose and authority. He wonders if he’ll ever walk through here the same way you do one day. A part of him hopes he does.

“Alright.” Nico halts, almost bumping right into you as you stop in your tracks. “We walk through here silently. Watch where you’re stepping, if you crush one of Persephone’s plants, I can’t help you.” 

The boy’s face contorted with fear. “What do you mean you can’t help me?” He couldn’t decipher the look you flashed in his direction but it sent your message well enough. Don’t step on one of her flowers and you won’t find out. 

Nico’s small nod is enough to get you moving. With silent and slow steps, you walk along the paved pathway toward the cluster of trees in the back. 

It hadn’t settled into Nico’s awareness that his sister was hiding. You could tell. He was still hopeful and excited to see her and you can imagine if he knew, he wouldn’t be happy about it. 

You’re not happy about it, that’s for sure. What even was her problem? If there was anything Nico deserved, it was to see her before she gets sent to the meadows or decides to reincarnate. 

Once you approach the trees, you shuffle through them. You’re thankful Nico’s naturally taken the role of your shadow because he mimics your sneaking, staying out of sight with you. 

He probably thinks your caution is due to Persephone arriving at any minute. You feel this strange tightness in your chest, he really has no idea you’re trying to sneak up on his sister so she doesn’t have the chance to run.

Right as the thought passes, you catch sight of something moving in the trees. Locks of brown hair wisp through them and the pulse in your neck picks up. It seems you’re not going to avoid a chase. 

Nico barely had time to catch up as you bolt through a straight diagonal through the trees. You admire her audacity to try and get away. The smile that stretches across your face is from amusement alone. 

As Bianca makes a sharp right, you gather the shadows at the tree's stumps and will them to consume your body. Nico blinks and suddenly you’re gone. His quick steps come to a stop as he looks around, trying to catch any sight of you. Then he hears a cry of pain and he moves fast in that direction. 

The only thing on his mind was the possibility you got hurt. Even if you were in your father’s territory, were there still monsters that could attack you? Even worse, what if you stepped on Lady Persephone’s plants? If you can’t help him in the scenario he did, what was he gonna do? 

His pace quickens as he hears another cry and finally, he bursts through a wall of vines. 

Still clouded by his concern, his brain barely processes what he stumbled upon. There you were, fingers grasping tight at his sister’s ear. Bianca groans and struggles in your pinching grasp and you look up at Nico with a gleam, like a fisherman who just got his catch of the day. “Got her.” 

“Nico?”

Bianca freezes at the sight of her brother. There’s a silence that follows and you’re surprised Nico didn’t immediately bombard her with questions. 

The girl straightens up once you let go of her and as your arm returns to your side, you catch the tears brimming Nico’s waterline.

Yeah, this is when you clock out. Your work here is done. 

“I’ll… wait for you over there,” you point through the trees and at the meadow of flowers that wasn’t too far. It’s enough distance to be an earshot away. 

Nico nods, his eyes unmoving from his sister. 

Once you’ve shadow traveled to your spot, you didn’t dare look in their direction. With your eyes planted on the flowers, you wait for Nico to return. 

The boy didn’t take too long which left you lost for words. He didn’t look happy when he met you in the garden. His eyes held a feeling a part of you understood. 

“I want to go home.” He frowns. 

Home. You didn’t even consider camp a home and you’ve been there for three years. 

“Okay.” Your voice was right above a whisper. 

Whatever happened back there was the end for him, the last time he would see her. Knowing how that felt, you waited. Just a moment, maybe two. If Nico had any reservations or second thoughts, you gave him time. When nothing came, you hoped whatever happened, he’ll find peace in it. 

The shadow gathered slowly, first at your feet then at your legs and soon the two of you were traveling through blurred shadows and harsh winds.

★・・・・・・★

“Who did this?” You weren’t sure if the streaks of water on Nico’s face were from his eyes or the toilet water soaked in his hair. 

The boy sniffles, cheeks and nose flushed from his embarrassment. After the incident, he rushed back to the Hades Cabin to wallow in self-pity but his assumption you wouldn’t be there was wrong. He didn’t want to admit what happened, scared he would disappoint you for clearly losing this battle.

His mouth opens to answer but nothing comes out. He considers lying but as you raise an eyebrow, he grows too anxious to come up with one. 

“Nico,” you say his name firmly and the frown on his face deepens. “It was Clarisse and her siblings, they-” he gurgles out through his watery whines and you sigh. “They…, I-” 

“Breathe.” You kneel to his height and take a deep breath, waiting for him to follow. He does, his chest filling with air and he releases it shakily. 

“They surrounded me in the bathroom and Clarisse shoved my face in the toilet.” 

His lip quivers as he recalls the memory. Nico’s eyes flicker across your hardening features and you rise from your spot. “Go clean up,” you demand, already heading to the door. 

“What are you gonna do?” “I’m going to fix it.” 

★・・・・・・★

Gravel crunches under your shoes, without a single weapon you persist into the camp’s arena. Clangs of swords and grunts could be heard from outside of the entrance and as you made your way through the doors, there were the Ares’s campers sweating and panting from their already hard day of training. 

Clarisse stands there authoritatively, the swing of the grand door grabbing her attention and the snug look on her face had set off a slight rage in your chest. 

You were ready to wipe it off. If only she knew what she had coming. “Did Nico tell on us?” One of her brothers asks mockingly, your presence already known to the entire group. They stood, waiting for a fight as they make no effort to sheath their swords. 

A smile almost graces your lips before you could even execute your plan.

“His big sister is fighting his battles for him.” They laugh and joke at your brother’s expense and something snaps in your mind. 

The ground suddenly sinks into itself, and Clarisse and her siblings stumble to the side in confusion. Before they realized what was happening, there was no chance to run. 

A sinkhole, perfectly round and deep enough to trap them forms right under their feet. They roll and drop to the bottom, coughing at the gravel waterfall surrounding them. 

You hear their shouts and complaints and you make your way to the edge. Looking down at them, you ignore their demands to be let out.

“No one messes with my little brother.” 

As if on cue, there’s a screech in the distance and it immediately fills their expressions with dread. A lopsided smirk appears on your lips and soon the shadows of massive wings appear overhead. 

You whisper a demand to attack in ancient greek and the harpies swoop down with a call like a battle cry. There’s a collective panic of your victims and a laugh leaves you, watching as they spear their swords in the air at every charge towards them. 

Calmly leaving the chaos you’ve caused behind, you find an audience. Unaware of their bewildered expressions, not because of the scene but at the joyful smile on your face, you hoped you’ve sent a message.

Be nice my brother or else.

masterlists

[crush-like-that]

it’s me again😁

I feel like we were robbed of Nico and Jason content (NOT A SHIP) after Jason died, so any angsty Headcanons of Nico after Jason died?

Nico didn't make friends. He didn't get close to people. For all his life, Nico had Bianca. Then she died. And Nico was alone. Alone. Ironic as it is, the word seems like the sincerest company Nico had ever had.

Then, Nico met Hazel. That was... that was different. He had to protect her, he didn't have a choice. He lost his sister because he let her go. In what world could he let this opportunity slip away? Besides, something greater was at play and Hazel was needed. Nico didn't make friends.

Then there was Reyna. They had to go on a quest together. They had something to accomplish for a greater good. One could hardly call that friendship. They understood each other, in some odd way. Neither of them were looking for friendship, and they could be comfortable with that. The silence that followed them was appreciated, necessary. Nico didn't make friends.

And then, of course, Nico met Jason. Jason, Jason, what word could describe Jason. He was kind, Nico knew that immediately. He liked to hugs his friends when he got excited. He lost his glasses when they were sitting on his head. He loved his sister more than anything in the world. And... he accepted Nico. For everything that he was, the baggage that he carried, the burden that he became, Jason accepted it. Jason welcomed it. He stood there with open arms and he didn't force Nico, but how in the world could Nico turn away from that smile. So Nico started to make friends.

And, gods, you can't ever just make one. With Jason came Piper and Leo, Hazel and Frank, Thalia and Reyna, Percy and Annabeth, and -- now this one was the strangest of all -- Will Solace. Nico had friends. The word scared him, for the first time in a long time, Nico wasn't alone. He was never alone. Percy and Jason refused to sit alone at meal times, so they created the table of the big three. People needed help in the infirmary, so Nico found himself there, warding off death and encouraging the medics to the best of his ability. People wanted to talk, hang out, destress after all the fighting and... they wanted Nico there. When Nico needed to hide from the world, hide from his new friends, he would go to Jason. When Nico needed to complain about that insufferable, stubborn Solace with a mouth worse than a sailor, he would go to Jason. When Nico needed a hug, he would go to Jason. Nico wasn't familiar with the word, but Jason was his best friend. His first friend. Then Jason had to leave to look for Leo. Nico couldn't feel jealous, it was selfish for him to do so. Leo was Jason's best friend. Now, with the confirmation of his life, it only made sense for Jason to want to go. Nico couldn't be jealous, he knew that.

And then Jason was gone. Truly gone. Nico could feel that much. He didn't leave cabin for a full day. Will would be wondering where he was, he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. Jason was gone. Who could he tell? Percy, Annabeth- they were off at school, trying to keep their lives normal. Reyna, Frank, and Hazel had returned to Camp Jupiter. He couldn't tell them, not without solid proof. It hurt to think about their reactions to their information. And Will... Will understood loss, he'd seen it in his own hands too many times. But Jason was Nico's best friend. His first friend. And Jason was gone. Nico hates death. Ironic, a child of hades hating the very thing that defines him. Nico lost Bianca. He found Jason. And Jason brought Nico back to life. No matter how badly Nico wanted to do the same in return, he couldn't. Jason wouldn't allow it. The confirmation of his death was worse than Nico had imagined. He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't feel. He had thought that he was finished with these emotions after he had come to terms with Bianca's death. But they were there again. Jason was gone. Nico couldn't save him. Nico couldn't bring him back. He wasn't sure how to live.

[justyourautarch]

Drop some of your favorite Nico Di Angelo centric fics pls, I need to cure some boredem

[bylersboy]

hai guys dont mind the shameless self promo... I PUBLISHED THE SECOND CHAPTER OF MY SOLANGELO FANFIC THAT I STARTED WRITING LIKE OVER A YEAR AGO AND ITS KIND OF SILLY SO MAYBE CHECK IT OUT IDK

YIPPEEE

[daensan]

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Relationship: Nico di Angelo/Jason Grace Characters: Nico di Angelo, Jason Grace, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Percy Jackson, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Will Solace, Piper McLean Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Flashbacks, Amnesia, Getting Back Together, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Death - Freeform, but he's okay, more tags to be added as the story progresses Chapters: 1/? Words: 1,165

Nico di Angelo is twenty when he crawls out of his grave as the god of death and with no memories with the exception of a gorgeous boy's face. He then goes on a quest to find this mysterious man, encoutering a disgraced hero on his way and several flawed gods, having to face the cruel question of what it means to die – and, more importantly, what it means to live.

Notes:

It's funny how this is the first fic I write for one of my biggest OTPs, but here we are. The idea is a little crazy, but I'm really excited about writing it. Hope you like it!

[roman-o-cheese]

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Post Titans Curse (pre-BOTL) Nico fic following Bianca’s death :0 this has a bunch of little “origin” pieces for Nico like his jacket and sword as well as exploration of his childhood. Also he’s like 11 in this fic and it has some trans!nico sprinkled in as a treat

Word Count: 7,516

Chapters: One-Shot

Fic type: Angst, Hurt no comfort, Origins

Warnings: Disordered eating / Eating disorders (starvation as a form of control), Grief and Mourning, Breakdowns, Panic Attacks, Internalized Homophobia, Isolation, Suicidal Ideation, and Monster Attacks

Authors note: Please read fic tags before reading as well as the beginning of chapter notes as they are important.

Themes: loss of a loved one, fear of aging / growing up, feeling of not belonging and estrangement / the world being unfamiliar, struggle with identity, isolation, time travel and homesickness (home being both literal in terms of location and metaphorical in terms of family and loved ones)

[theslay3d]

Hi, I want to request a Platonic Nico x reader where reader is Will’s older sibling and is starting to become an older sibling figure to Nico, please!

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Apollo!reader platonic

Gender:Gender neutral im pretty sure but im tired so idk HAHAH

Warnings: umm mentions of blood but i think thats it

Word count:1029

A/N this lowkey became something else so sorry if its not like exactly what you wanted AHAHH hope you enjoy tho!

You were looking for your brother Will everywhere. He's been sneaking off a lot lately so it made you curious as to where he was. You asked some of the other campers but they said they haven't seen him.

You were gonna check the woods then give up and just wait until he got back to the Apollo cabin. You made it to a small clearing and stuck to the trees. You saw Will and The hades child what was his name…Nico!.

They were sitting near each other holding hands and they seemed to be whispering stuff to each other. Will seemed genuinely happy which you haven't seen for a long time. He was smiling at Nico as if he hung the stars(lol).

If this is what Will was sneaking off to do you weren't just gonna come out of the woods and announce your presence. Instead you smiled to yourself and slowly walked off trying to not make any noise. Will would tell you when he's ready.

***Time Skip***

Apparently that time came pretty soon. Around two days later Will asked if he could talk to you and you agreed. He kicked everyone out of the cabin and you both sat on his bed. He was fiddling with his fingers and seemed pretty nervous.

You grabbed his hands. “Hey what's wrong?” 

“Im dating Nico” He blurted out and closed his eyes quickly, afraid of your reaction. You were his older sibling, the one he was closest too so he was worried about what you would say.

“I know” 

His eyes snapped open and he jumped a little bit away. “What? How do you know?”

You smiled. “I saw you two in the woods together” He got up from the bed and you continued. “I hope you know i support you Will your my brother”

He dove in to hug you “Thank you Y/n”

“Of course Will but when can I meet Nico?”

He backed away again “Oh you know soon maybe” 

You tilted your head “Maybe?” 

He rolled his eyes playfully  “Let me make sure he's ok with meeting you first alright”

You laughed “ok but please soon i need to make sure he's ok for my little brother”   

He also laughed and went to leave “Thank you again Y/n i-i love you” 

“Love you too”

A couple days later Will told you Nico was fine with meeting you so you planned to meet in the woods which sounded creepy but you trusted that Nico wouldn’t kill you in front of Will.

It was finally time so Will led you into the woods. You saw Nico facing the other direction and fiddling with a ring on his finger. 

“Nico!” Will said and ran forward to greet his boyfriend. You quickly caught up to him. He had his arm around Nico and gestured to you “Nico this is Y/n” 

You stuck a hand forward “Nice to meet you Nico”

He seemed a little hesitant but shook your hand. “Nice to meet you too”

After that you spent way more time with Nico and deemed him worthy of your brother. You and Nico on multiple occasions made fun of will together and were overall a great team. Nico kinda became like a little brother to you which made you have protective instincts over him. 

Which led you to where you are now. About to get into a fight over what a camper said about Nico. 

You were teaching a few other campers archery when you heard a camper saying stuff about Nico. 

“He's a little weird right? With that whole death thing. I can't believe he is even with Will.” You leaned your head a little to listen better. “Camp was a lot better without him here hes endangering camp by even being here”

You walked near the person saying it. “Be careful about how you speak of him” The person's head snapped to you and saw you glaring at them. 

“Oh and what are you going to do huh? He's a child of Hades, he's weird and doesn't belong here” They mocked.

Before they could blink you punched them in the face. Which might have been a little much but so many campers were saying stuff about Nico after him and Will got together. 

The person groaned from where they were on the ground and blood started to pour from their nose. 

You also groaned from the pain of punching someone and shook your hand to try and get rid of it. Other campers started to gather and eventually Chiron came over. He sighed and told you both to go the infirmary. 

Which you did with other campers as you tried to hit the person again after they said more. 

As soon as you got in, Will ran over and Nico followed. They brought you to one of the beds and waved the other kid off to another healer. 

“What happened?” Will demanded after he brought the hand you were cradling to his face. You smiled “I punched someone” 

Nicos eyes widened. “What why?” Nico asked.

“No reason” You shrugged. Will could tell you were lying but was glaring at the other kid they brought it “You punched them?”

You nodded “Yes” . You said it quite proudly and Wills glare switched from them to you. 

You smiled again, acting innocent. After a few minutes of Will checking over your hand and Nico glancing worriedly at you. You finally admitted why.

“They were… saying stuff about you Nico i couldn't just let them get away with it can i? Your like my brother”

Nico glanced away and wiped at his eye hoping you both wouldn't see.

“I'm used to it Y/n don't punch people on my account please” Nico smiled sadly as he said.

“Who else has said stuff that you heard?” You demanded. He laughed “It's fine Y/n thank you for being protective” 

You rolled your eyes jokingly “The job of the older siblings always so hard” 

You all laughed together and you promised not to punch anyone else. Your fingers were crossed behind your back but they didn't have to know that. 

[ginger-and-all-things-spice]

An afternoon with the Di Angelo’s

In the Italian country side there was a beautiful mansion made of stone. The doors towards the giant garden were open and the sun was shining on the green grass. A beautiful brunette was sitting cross legged on the ground. Her hair in a short neat ponytail, her skin was tanned, and she was wearing white trousers and a blue button up, her feet were bare, her toenails painted blood red the same color as her fingernails. Her warm brown eyes were sparkling with mirth as she sang and clapped as two young children were chasing each other through the grass. One was a girl, her dark brown hair was in two braids. She was dressed as a knight with a wooden sword, chasing the boy, her brother, who was dressed as a pirate. The boy had raven hair in a wild mess on his head, he was shrieking in joy as his sister chased him. 

Another person walked into the garden, dressed in a gray shirt and black pants. Feet and hands bare. Long raven black hair flowing in a thick braid down the man’s back. He was white as a ghost, and his eyes were black as coal. The man let himself fall on the grass with his head pillowed on the woman’s lap as they watched their children play. The father was smiling. Suddenly the girl stopped, just as the woman leaned down for a kiss. “NICO LOOK! THE PRINCESS IS GETTING ATTACHED BY THE DRAGON!” 

Nico came to a halt. “ARR, we must save the princess.” The boy raised his wooden sword. Nico and Bianca broke into a run and bombarded their parents, but instead of attacking their father as a dragon they jumped their mother. Nico was getting tickled by Maria and shrieking in laughter.

 Bianca helped Hades up, who had been fake scared of the dragon that was the mother of his children. “You must now go princess.” 

Hades smiled at his daughter. “Princess? Aren’t I a prince?” 

Bianca pondered that for a moment. “No, you are way too pretty to be a prince. Boys are yucky.” Hades nodded as if everything made sense now.

“I think brave knight. We must help save the pirate from the dragon’s clutches.” Bianca nodded in agreement. 

“Yes, we must.” Then with a battle cry Bianca jumped on Nico and Maria who were rolling down in the grass. Which helped Nico get the upper hand, as he sat on his mother’s stomach who was fending off attacks of Bianca’s ‘magic powers�� Nico took his sword and with a great arch behind his back he got ready to strike, accidentally hitting his father who was behind him. Who let out a gasp and dramatically folded his hand to his forehead as he crumbled to his knees in slow motion. When he had ‘died’ tragically after sticking his tongue out his mouth and making a bleh sound, Nico and the others stormed to the fallen Princess. 

“What shall we do?” Nico exclaimed. 

“I know what we must do, a true love’s kiss. We must all kiss papa on his cheek and he will magically wake up!” So Hades got three kisses on his face, two very sloppy ones by young children and one neater one on his forehead. 

He gasped for breath and put his hand to his heart. As he pulled his family in his arms and peppered them with kisses. “I have been saved!” 

The family spent the rest of the day running around in in the grass, laughing. Enjoying their last day under Italy’s warm sun. Tomorrow they would move to the states. Hoping for a better life. Not aware yet of the murderous plans of one certain king of clouds.

[sodamnbored]

We’re talking like TOPS. Like this is low brow smut. The lowest brow smut.

I write them both ways round, but I’m not sure what the general consensus is.

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

DAY 8: Christmas Day

Part 2: Morning Three different Christmas mornings...

The sun slowly slight through the windows. It was heavily snowing all night long. Nico was happy that Will's grandmother wanted to host Christmas in her mansion in Boston. He was barely awake, and he could feel Will sleeping next to him. There was something so precious during that moment that he just wanted it to last forever.

The door started creaking and it opened slowly. He could clearly listen the conversation right outside their room.

“Shhh. Be quiet.” Bianca scolded her little brother.

“But we want them to get up.” Ryder explained only to be shushed by Bianca again.

“I want to open my presents.” Jasmine complained as she got last into the room.

“Then go do your thing.” He told her.

Nico heard Jasmine’s little footsteps and her climbing on the bed as she started giggling. “Daddies wake up. It’s Christmas! Santa came!” She said joyfully.

Will woke up and tackled Jasmine with a hug. That made her only giggle more. “Merry Christmas Jas.”

“Merry Christmas, daddy. Can we open presents now?” She pleaded.

“Don’t I get a Christmas hug?” Nico asked her which she immediately replied with a huge hug.

“Are Bianca and Ryder awake? You can’t open presents on your own.” Will informed his three-year-old.

“They are up. Bee, Ry, come here now!” She shouted.

“Did you eat any candy yet?” Nico asked her.

“Nope.”

Bianca and Ryder came inside as well and after a few minutes altogether they went downstairs where the huge and magnificent tree was standing with way too many gifts under it. Naomi made sure to put all the presents under the tree before the kids were awake.

“Good morning mum, Merry Christmas.” Will greeted Naomi who was already drinking her coffee.

“Merry Christmas.” She hugged her son. “I have a pot of coffee ready in the kitchen.”

“God job, Naomi. Continue encouraging his unhealthy coffee drinking habits.” Nico joked as he sat on the couch and Naomi offered him some Christmas cookies.

“You’re mean. Coffee is the greatest drink in existence.” Will debated.

“Where are my great-grand babies. I made hot chocolate.” Inez, Will’s grandmother said as she got in the living room.

“Merry Christmas, grandma. They are plotting against us.”

That moment Bianca, Ryder and Jasmine came downstairs and after they said Merry Christmas to Naomi and Inez they started opening their presents. After they were finished with all of them they started playing leaving a huge mess behind them. They didn’t sit down for a single moment the whole day and Nico didn’t have any storage on his phone by the end of the day from the many pictures he took. But their three kids ended up passing out on the couch by 9.

"Why did we thought having kids was a good idea?" Nico complained as he was picking out the wrapping paper from the floor.

“Despite the fact that they are amazing I have no idea.”

A few years later

It was 5 am and Zoe and Charlie were standing next to their huge Christmas tree. They were wearing Christmas sweaters and had stolen the cookie jar from the kitchen. “How are we supposed to put the star on top of the tree?”

“The important question is how did mum manage to put this through the front door? And why are we in charge of the star? We came home two days ago.” Zoe replied to her twin brother as she put another Christmas cookie in her mouth.

“Mum bought a nine feet tall tree. I am 6’6 and you’re 6’3. We can work things out.”

“It’s weird not living here anymore. Don’t you think?” They had both moved out as they had gone to college 4 months ago; Zoe in MIT and Charlie in Yale. But they had come back home for the holidays as they missed their family and they couldn’t bare celebrating Christmas apart.

“Kind of. I guess so? I miss living in the same house with you.” Charlie said before Zoe burst out laughing. “What? I’m being serious. We have lived in the same house our whole lives. It’s weird.”

“You know what I don’t miss? The sound of Theo snoring.” She replied.

“His room isn’t next to yours. Or Lana’s messy room. And the two of you fighting all the time.”

“We don’t fight all the time.” Charlie looked at her with a knowing look. “Fine, we do argue.” She admitted. “Now seriously what are we going to do with the tree?”

“I have an idea, but I don’t know how you’ll feel about it.”

“Oh God. What are my ears going to hear?”

“It isn’t that bad. I can lift you up and you can put the star on top.” He suggested.

“Don’t you think I am a bit heavy for your shoulders?”

“I lift Colin all the time. We’ll be fine.”

“What do you do with Colin when you’re on your own? You know what? I don’t need an answer for that.” Zoe said after she thought about it a little bit more.

 “Mum will love the topper. We’ll be over in a minute.”

“That’s what she said.” She grinned as she was waiting to say that phrase.

“Zoe, come on.”

“It was a good one.” She wiped a tear from her eye.

“Not really. Stop laughing and put the damn topper on the tree already.”

Charlie lifted her up and she could reach the top of the tree. “Can you go a bit left?”

“Not unless you want to throw down the entire tree.” He replied as he used his whole strength to continue lifting her up.

“I think I can reach.” She stated as she was ready to put the topper on the top.

But they didn’t notice Annabeth joining them. “Good morning?” she said a bit confused of what her children were doing.

They both got startled and Zoe nearly fell on the ground. “I almost died.”

“I was holding you. Is it steady?” Charlie asked.

“Yes. You can put me down now.” Zoe told her brother as he lowered her to the ground.

“We put the topper of the tree.” Charlie explained to his mum. “Merry Christmas!” He said and hugged her.

“Merry Christmas, mum.” Zoe joined their hug buddle.

“Thank you so much. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for the topper.” She said admiring their tree.

“We only have one mum. And we were already awake. Consider it as one of your Christmas gifts.” Charlie said.

“I don’t need anything for Christmas. You are all I need.”

“Aww, we’ll see in a few years when you’ll be asking for grandkids.” Zoe warned her.

“I am not going to ask you for grandkids. It’s your lives.”

“We’ll see about that.”

A few more years later

Charlie woke up to his wife stirring in their bed. “Bee?”

“Go back to sleep. I’m fine.” She said and got out of bed holding her lower belly. Charlie knew her well enough to be sure that she was in pain.

He opened his lamp light and got out of bed. “Are you having contractions?”

“It’s 3 am and it’s Christmas. I refuse to have a baby on Christmas.” She said as she went to the bathroom.

“So, you’re having contractions?”

“It’s most likely Braxton kicks.” She said behind the closed door.

“You’re 5 days away from your due date. Maybe he wants to be our Christmas miracle.” Charlie tried to comfort her.

The bathroom door opened wide as Bianca started making her way to the kitchen. “I am going to have a cookie and hot cocoa. I don’t care that it’s late. And if they are in fact contractions, we’ll go to the hospital after.”

“I’m going to make you one so we can drink together.” He suggested as he started warming the milk. Then he remembered something. “Do you remember when we were home from college for Christmas and we had stayed up all night drinking hot chocolate? What movie were we watching?”

“The polar express, of course. Only the best Christmas movie.” Bianca said smiling. “Although, you wanted to watch the Grinch.”

“Still want to.”

“My love, the Grinch isn’t that great of movie.”

“Come on! Don’t betray me like that. It’s an amazing and timeless movie.” He debated as he handed his wife her mug.

“I didn’t say that it isn’t a good movie. It just isn’t the best out there. And the polar express is better?”

“Of course. It’s also Amelia’s favourite Christmas movie.”

“You and your daughter against the rest of us. It’s fine, I still love you.” He said and kissed her softly.

“I love you more.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, darling.” Charlie said and got closer to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and he kissed her on the forehead.

But then she winced and sat properly. She closed her eyes as she was in pain. “Do you remember what you said earlier?”

“About the Grinch?”

“About having a Christmas baby?” Bianca asked trying to catch her breath.

“Yeah?”

“I think it’s time for me to go the hospital.” She suggested as Charlie tried to keep his cool.

“Should I call my parents or yours?” He asked as he rinsed their mugs.

“Your parents are staying with the kids. I’ll go get ready. Can you call my parents as well?”

“Whatever you want. Call me if you need anything”

Just a few hours later, Charlie sat on the edge of the bed where Bianca was holding their newborn son. He put his arm around her trying to keep her as close as he could. “We have our Christmas miracle, Bee.”

“It’ll be funny trying to explain to Eliot that his birthday isn’t a national holiday.”

[sirius-ate-my-homework-irl]

I saw a post somewhere about how Percy is probably jealous of Jason's relationship with Nico, because Nico can connect with Jason as an older brother figure, while with Percy there's all this baggage and the reminder of Bianca hanging over them.

And I realized. Nico is probably jealous of Jason for similar reasons. Jason and Percy have this casual bromance going on. They fight together, they make storms together, they regard each other as equals. And Nico is just. There. The youngest one. The weird one. And there's too much stuff between him and Percy for them to ever be completely comfortable together, even though, I think, Nico would secretly love to get a Percy fistbump.

Idk now I want to write a fic about it

[chasingpj]

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[thecinnamonr0ll]

Why is NICO considered the 'crazy, insane' son of Hades? he was born in the1930s to a rich family, HE IS GOING TO HAVE MANNERS.

Will 'i went to tartaraus in my cargo shorts' fucking solace on the other hand, for one, he was raised in TEXAS with a country singer mom on the road, he's probably been to ATLEAST 20 different bars, that guy should Is deranged.

change my mind, i dare you

[tending-the-hearth]

i think my favorite type of relationship trope is "stopped believing in love a long time ago" and "genuinely doesn't think they're worthy of love" falling for each other in the MOST romantic way possible

[bylersboy]

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HI GUYS ME AND BESTIE KAYLA R WRITING A FIC (im doing the writing they're in charge of the Pinterest boards and Spotify playlists and character design) AND IT WOULD BE SUPER AWESOME IF YOU COMMENTED SO COOL FUNNY WORDS OR ADJECTIVES FOR ME TO TRY AND PUT IN THE FIC SOMEWHERE okay thanks bye

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I wonder if the younger campers at chb wrote fanfiction about their favorite ships from the biggest heroes (the seven) at camp. If they did I bet there were ship wars between Jasico and Percico shippers all across camp. Meanwhile Solangelo shippers just point to Nico and Will making out and mouth ‘I won.’

Leo and Piper are the only ones that know and are here for the drama. Nico and Annabeth have their suspicions but don’t have enough evidence.

Capture the Flag wars are held twice a week now. One time regular style, the second so that the shippers can be on separate teams and take out their annoyance with the other ships.

The fanfics start getting out of control. One twelve year old Athena kid teams up with an Aphrodite kid to write a big three threesome and hand out the latest chapters like drug dealers to other campers.

Leo jokingly writes Solangelo fluff and sells it for $2 a chapter each week. The Stolls help with distribution.