Nico de Angelo Fan Fiction

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Alert: a)Gayness b)Depression P.S. the cover is not my art Credit to Uncle Rick for the characters and places and stoof ~Chapter One An undead could have easily cleared it. Will could have easily cleared it. Nico jumped, his hands groping for the top of the stone wall in front of him. His shoulder slammed into the stone, and he slid down the rock wall. Nico crumpled onto the floor. He wrapped his arms around his legs, too defeated to curse, or hit the wall, or scream. He let the sobs rack his body. The darkness seemed to curl around him. The knees of his pants were soaked through, and the occasional stream of tears would trickle down his pants leg, looking eerily like blood. “Will,” Nico choked. He could imagine Will stepping out of the shadows, holding out his hand. “Hey, my little grumpy ball of darkness.” But Will couldn’t find him here. No one could. Shadowy tendrils reached out, and Nico gave in to the darkness. ~~ Will. Will was at the top of the ledge. So was fake Dream Nico.“No. NO!” Nico screamed. “We’re not doing this! Not again!” The event was the same. The backdrop was different. “Nico, you’re hiding something from me!” “Do you not trust me, Will?” Dream Nico shouted back. “No, stop,” Nico sobbed. “No Nico, I don’t. You’ve been hiding literally everything from me! Officailising a quest without me?” “Oh, so you wanna talk about hiding things? Well then let’s talk about how you went to a battle without telling me!” “I wanted to keep you safe!” “Well, I could say the same thing.” Dream Nico ripped Will’s coin out of his pocket and threw it on the ground. “You can keep this.” ~~ Nico woke up clawing at the ground. “Will!” he shouted, “Wait, no! I didn’t mean it!” But Will was gone. So was Dream Nico. Cursed, stupid, Dream Nico. But Nico had no one to blame but himself. He had said that to Will, not a few days before. The spot where Will’s coin used to be felt despairingly empty. The backpack. Nico scrambled to the edge of the floating island. The strap of the light blue backpack hung from a rock over the dark abyss. Nico had thrown it off the edge in a moment of stupidity. He was mad at Will. He got reckless. Will had packed the backpack for Nico. “If you’re going on a quest without me, please just take this,” Will had said, his eyes not meeting Nico’s. Nico had refused, but in the end he had grabbed the backpack to get Will to shut up. He meant to throw it out immediately, but he’d forgotten. Then, when he couldn’t make the jump, he had flung the backpack off the ledge in anger. But maybe, maybe, Will’s coin was in it. Maybe Will still loved Nico. He summoned a few dead to see if they could retrieve the bag for him. No luck. Nico got the bag, although he almost died at least ten times. Once he was safe on the ledge again, he ripped open the pack. “Ambrosia, nectar, first aid, an extra sweater,” Nico choked on the last one. Oh, Will. Sweet, overprotective Will. Always worrying if Nico would be cold. Nico brushed his fingers over the bottom of the backpack. He felt a zipper and gasped. Once, Nico had been joking with Will and said if he constructed a backpack it would have its zipper on the bottom, just to mess with people. He unzipped the zipper, and out from a tiny pocket fell Will’s coin. Nico greedily snatched up the coin, running his fingers over the sun design over and over again. Will truely did still love him. If only Nico could just make it out of here…. That’s when a giant hawk came swooping out of the foggy darkness.