The Boy Made Of Glass

Chapter 1

So, this is my first multi-chap wattpad fic. It's not even a fanfic, which is why I'd didn't post it on AO3.

(Unrelated, but if you're part of the dsmp fanbase and want to read some Fem Tommy SBI fics, check me out on ao3 under: Riyummy)

Nico is kind of a Mary Sue character. He will never be a badass fighter that can just win fights.  He is a chaos gremlin.

I don't know what else to put here but I wanted to post this before I forgot.

Oh and he's a femboy because I can?? So if Nico just wears a skirt, know that I warned you :)

My friend/proofreader/ person who gave me the idea: colbey_cr

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Soft gray wings fluttered behind him as he kneeled in the grass. Tiny rocks dug into the skin of his knees, but he didn't mind the feeling. It reminded him that he was still here. Still breathing. Sometimes he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

The rain was plummeting from the skies, like tiny arrows piercing his skin one after another. THe smell of smoke pervaded the air. He couldn't tell if it was real or not.

His wings fluttered again as he felt something soft nuzzling his leg. The little raccoon nudged its head against him, trying to get in his arms. He laughed quietly and reached out to pet it. It leaned in for a few seconds, before it chittered and ran off. Nico watched as it disappeared quickly into the woods, forever away from him now.

The rain was getting stronger. He wondered if it could take away his pain, or at least his sins. He wished it could give him a chance to go back, to see Cris again before he left. He missed her.

The night eventually fell, and the colder air set in. He stood, whispering goodbye to the forest as he went. Outsiders would call him a fae, with his silvery wings being illuminated by the moonlights as he hovered above the ground. The trees stretched their branches for him, attempting to bring him back into the safety of foliage, away from the rain.

But Nico couldn't stay forever like he wanted to. The forest knew it too. And so they retracted, letting the little moth boy through. He tried to ignore the part of him that was pulling him back to the trees.

He strided through the camp slowly, shivering as he went. His cabin was ever so slightly warmer than the outside air, having no fireplace to keep it heated. Truthfully, it could barely even be called a cabin with all the blank spaces that hadn't been filled in yet and the rain coming from the holes in the ceiling.

Nico didn't mind it, he deserved it anyway (he didn't). And at the end of the day, he knew that his friends were safe. And that was all that mattered.

He lowered his head onto the hard pillow, staring up at the ceiling. The moonlight that flooded through the cracks stopped the darkness that he despised so much, and that thought alone was enough to make him smile softly.

He went to sleep with its brightness watching over him, challenging anyone to try to wake him.

His sleep was peaceful.

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He should've known better.

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He didn't dream. Not anymore. If he did, it was only ever nightmares of things he'd rather forget. Screams echoed in his ears. He watched as a sword was stabbed through his best friend's chest as she begged. Nico could see Cris off to the side, yelling at him to help as bloody metal was retracted from Flora's stomach. The blue-haired girl gave a sorry smile as her life drained from her eyes.

Nico laid there for a while, with his eyes screwed closed and his hands pressed tightly against his ears to shut out the screams. He was suddenly aware of just how long he'd stayed when the sun rose and shined down into the tiny little corner his bed was shoved in. His wings slowly unwrapped from his body as he began to move.

The mark that connected him to Cris glowed warmly. It circled his pointer finger in the way that a normal ring would, except that it was permanently etched into his skin. Nico wondered how she was adapting without him.

He moved out of the room, snatching a little piece of bread from the container and walking out the door. Nico let his wings carry him over the morning dew on the grass as he ventured to the woods.

Something was off.

The fae could sense it easily. He was accustomed to the calm feelings of the forest, but all he felt now was unrest. He looked up at the birds in the trees that watched him with careful eyes.

(Thirteen magpies stood on the branches, but Nico didn't see.)

He hovered quietly. He watched the area carefully, as the unrest grew. Whatever was causing it was coming closer.

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