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Nico di Angelo x Reader

Requested by: sevenhorcruxes :)

The son of Hades sat under a tree, the gentle wind blowing his jet black hair, calming him down.

He couldn't help but feel how familiar this felt to when his mother or Bianca used to run their hands through his hair, affectionately.

Memories of Bianca and his mysterious childhood flooded his mind. The dull ache in his chest resumed and he felt a heavy weight on his heart.

Why did it have to happen to him?

Why did he have to lose Bianca, the only person that truly mattered to him?

Why did she have to leave him?

Why didn't Percy understand how he felt?

Why did Nico have no one to hold?

Why didn't anyone care about him?

He was lonely.

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(Y/N) had finally decided to talk to Nico di Angelo on that day. He was lonely, always looked angry and needed love. Had anyone seen how many dark circles he had? He was obviously depressed and going through a lot. He had lost his sister! (Y/N) had been mustering up the courage to talk to him since forever.

He needed a friend. And (Y/N) was going to be there for him.

(Y/N) searched all around Camp for the boy, but couldn't find him. Where was he?

After a whole lot of searching (Y/N) finally found him; sitting under a tree, his hair flowing with the wind. He seemed to be deep in thought, his dark eyes staring somewhere in the distance. He looked so... hurt?

Rubbing her sweaty palms on her thighs, she walked over to him. He didn't seem to notice her presence and still had that faraway look in his eyes.

Clearing her throat, she gave him a weak smile.

He immediately jumped up in shock, a frown coming over his face, the tranquil look completely gone.

"Hey!" She greeted.

He looked at her confused, "What do you want?"

"What an approachable person!" (Y/N) muttered under her breath, sighing.

"Thanks." He replied, his eyes burning with hatred.

Shit. Had he heard her? Oh no.

"Sorry, haha." She replied, laughing, "I'm (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)."

"I know." He replied in a bored tone.

She scratched her head for another conversation starter.
God, why did he have to be so hard to talk to?

"So, uh, it's time for lunch, yeah? Let's go eat." She mumbled.

"Are you telling me to go eat?"

"Yeah?"

"You can't tell me what to do." He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing.

At least, (Y/N) couldn't see hatred in his eyes anymore.

"What if I tell you what to do?" She asked, stubbornly.

"I ignore you?"

"Oh." She looked down, giving up.

"Yeah."

And the conversation nearly died there.

"Well, I really wanted to be friends with you. But you don't need one, I suppose, so I'm sorry." She sighed.

He seemed to be having an inner battle.

"I'm Nico di Angelo." He shrugged.

He agreed? Awww.

She grinned at him, putting her hand forward, "I already know."
He shook her hand.

"By the way, I really like the skull t-shirt you're wearing right now."

"I do too, (Y/N)."

She smiled at him, and pulling him with her, "Let's go eat."

"I'm not hungry?"

"Shut up. One can never be not hungry. You're going to have to sit with me anyway."

"What if I say no?"

"I force you?"

"Okay, fine." He muttered, walking with her.

And that, my friends, was the start of a beautiful friendship which blossomed into something much more amazing, love.

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