Demigod x Reader

nico x mortal reader (secret identities)

It was your first day at your new freshman school. You, now in New York were recently from Italy and hardly spoke English. You walked the halls glancing at the numbers of classrooms to a price of paper that read.

Classe Uno : Camera inglese 194 (al centro della scuola )
Classe due: camera matematica 207 ( davanti a scuola)
Classe tre: stanza matematica
207 ( davanti a scuola)
Classe quattro : il pranzo
Classe cinque : camera scienza 284 ( retro della scuola)
Classe sei : la storia stanza 132 ( anteriore - ish di scuola)
casa

stupid English being your first class. Of corse you were suppose to have this other kid as your translator but no, he had to be absent.

You heard footsteps tapping behind you and someone out of breath. You turned to see a pale boy in a black skull shirt with black chain skinny jeans. Was this kid your translator? if so you would rather roam the halls aimlessly.

"Ciao, sono Nico di Angelo . Sono il tuo traduttore. Come ti chiami?" he said out of breath still. Oh so he was your translator. Great. Well it's nice he is telling you who he is, but you didn't want to fulfill his request of you giving him the information of your name. But you did anyway.

"Ciao, sono (f/n) ((full name))" you muttered quietly pushing your (h/c) hair out of your face to examine the boy better. His face seemed cute. In a emo way. And you weren't into emo's.

Nico nodded taking the paper out of your hands and reading it. He nodded
"andiamo , l'inglese è in questo modo" Nico said directing his hand to where he was claiming was supposedly your English class. He started to walk over to it and you followed.

You walked into the classroom and he followed. Why? did you both have the same schedule so he could kept translating? But why did they give you a student to translate? he didn't even seem happy about it, he was just forced to be nice. It kinda upset you and you didn't know why

***

after one monstrous class of Nico trying to translate and do his work at the same time as you translated the English words to Italian into your notebook. It was simply hectic.

Second class: Math. Oh joy. You walked with Nico. You were holding your notebook very tight to your chest as you walked slowly
"Mi dispiace che classe lass era orribile" Nico apologized about English class

"no, va bene" you explained that it was alright. You understood how hard it must've been for him

***
---one year later---

You gotten much better at English. Even thought you had trouble pronouncing some words Nico helped you with that. Oh yeah, Nico is your best friend. Turns out he was a nice guy. You spent most of your time with him in and out of school. You had to admit you had a small crush on him but you knew he didn't return the feelings after one of your other friends asked Nico in truth or dare.

You and Nico talked a lot in Italian still yet you liked to gloat that you knew English so you spoke in English quite often too

***

"hey Neeks" you greeted taking a seat next to him in the cafeteria of the school. You placed your tray of 'chicken', 'fries' and 'fresh peaches' which was in a watery container on the table with a plop

"hi y/n" he said nervously. You rose your eyebrow but before you could say anything he continued talking "can I tell you something in private later" he said quietly to which you nodded. Maybe he did have feelings for you!

***

what he wanted to talk about, you didn't expect "y/n...have you ever heard of the Greek and Roman gods?" he said carefully. You smiled and nodded "yeah, back in Italy they use to teach us all about it" you admitted taking a sip of water from a water bottle you had on you

he sighed "well the truth it..." he hesitated for a moment "they are real, and I'm a son of the Greek god hades" he said. You laughed and the water sputtered out of your mouth. You were in a laughing fit, even thought he sounded so serious you couldn't take him Seriously at the moment.

He glared at you "do you not believe me y/n?" Nico asked angrily. You sighed "I want to but I can't" you said. Nico shook his head "fine then I'll prove it" he hissed

"and how do you expect to do that?" you asked. He grabbed your waist and you blushed a crimson blush "hold on" he muttered a slight blush on his face as well. You didn't want to but you wrapped your arms around Nico as you shut your eyes, terrified.

You felt a heavy weight come into you. You gripped onto Nico tighter and he chuckled "right now we are shadow-traveling" he explained.

Soon you felt that heavy weight be lifted and you gasped out when you opened your eyes. No longer were you in New York. No you were in Sicily, Italy. Your birth home.

"Nico, what?-how?" you couldn't speak properly and started to ramble in Italian. Nico placed one finger on your lips to shush you.

"Y/n you must never tell anyone about my secret. No mortal should know, but I trust you y/n" he said sincerely.

You didn't know what came over you but you kept your arms wrapped around his neck. You leaned up and placed your lips on top of his. And the best feeling of all. He kissed back.

You really liked Nico's secret identity

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ah a nice long story. I like it honestly. I tried to make the Italian words as clear as they could be but if your still confused on any of the Italian words just ask and I'll translate for you :3