Dark Prince (Nico Di Angelo x Reader)

That Aviator Jacket

The first time you were given Nico's coat was the first time you met him. You were his latest mission since Nico was helping a few satyrs round up new demigods around.

Nico had found you in the nick of time, you were being attacked by a chimerawho'd destroyed an entire coffee shop to get to you.

Nico had managed to kill the monster, grabbed your hand and ran far from that place wanting to avoid the cops.  

You finally stopped running once Nico was sure that you were far enough, the two of you stopped running. The two of you were out of breath, panting as you used a wall for support.

Had that really happened?

You had been in too much shock to even question the raven haired boy who'd saved you. The adrenaline left you trembling, as you slide onto the floor pulling your knees close to your chest.

'What was that?' you manage out looking up at the boy panting in front of you

'A chimera.'

'A...a what?'

'Chimera, it's a kind of monster.'

'Oh.' You were too shocked to say anything else.

A shudder ripped through you as you finally felt the harsh wind striking your body. A* choice of clothing you thought to yourself as you looked down at your shorts and t-shirt.

Nico had been watching you, waiting for you to say something. But when he noticed your slightly purple fingertips hugging your arms he realized how cold you must be feeling. Nico shrugs off his aviator jacket draping it around your sitting form.

You felt the warm leather fall on your shoulders, instantly warming you up. You looked up at him, brows scrunched together in question

'You seem cold.' Was his answer and you didn't protest, honestly you were too exhausted too, so instead you mumble a thank you and snuggle into his jacket and getting up.

'I should get you to camp.'

'Camp?'

'Somewhere safe.' He says taking you hand in his, the contrast between you cold palm and his warm one sends sparks though your arm. At least you think it was the cold...

As Nico shadow travels you realized the scent of vanilla and coffee was coming from his jacket around you. A smell you didn't know you loved until today.

The next time you wore Nico's jacket was a few months after you'd been taken to camp. You and Nico were taking an aimless walk around camp and had ended up in the woods.