Dark Prince (Nico Di Angelo x Reader)

Mortal

You were exhausted.

You had spent an extra of two hours at work today, getting everything done before the weekend rolled around.

You were walking to your apartment, quite late at night in the lonely streets of your neighborhood, trying to stay alert for any muggers or attackers.

That was when your ears perked up a little at the sound of shuffling feet. You immediately took the stance of defense, suddenly feeling very awake and ready to karate chop anyone that would jump out at you.

You were not expecting a young man stumbles out of the darken alleyway to your right, you gasped at how bruised and beaten up he looked. The raven haired guy was holding his side, wincing in pain with a split lip and a barely visible black eye forming through the locks of his hair.

He stumbled with a limp and you reached out for him without even thinking, holding him up steadily but with difficulty. He may have looked skinny, but boy did this guy weight a ton.

'Uh...sir, who...who did this to you?' you asked uncertainty, waiting for an answer

The guy parts his lips a few times as if trying to form words and when he finally speaks up, his voice comes out raspy and in huffs 'Must...get...away...' before his eyes flutter close.

Panic rises in you, and you could feel it build up at the back of your throat, you take deep breathes trying to calm yourself down. You glanced once more at the man before making a split second decision to make your way back to your apartment.

At that time, it seemed quite logical to take this stranger back to your house as it was closer than trying to get a bus or taxi to your local hospital which was a lot further away from your house.

But the further along you walk, hauling the half unconscious man along with you, you realize how dangerous the situation could turn out.

What if he was an ex-murderer, or a con artist pretending to be beaten up...though those bruises did not look fake, and neither did the blood on his t-shirt.

It takes you a bit longer to get to your building, but by the time you manage to open your door and get to your little living room, you're grateful that you can finally drop this stranger onto your couch.

You were finally able to take a good, hard look at the guy and you noticed that behind the blood and bruises, he was very good looking.

This thought makes you flush, you did just meet him....

You hurry off into your bathroom where you kept your first aid kit and got some things that would help you clean out his wounds.

You put some ice on his bruised eye that was now turning a nasty shade of green and tended to his split lip, the natural pink of his lips were hidden by all the dried blood on it.

After tending to his face, you pried his hand away from the side that he had held on to, lifting his shirt slightly. it was a gash that was small in length but you could tell that it was a deep cut.

What kind of stuff was this guy mixed up in? You thought frantically to yourself as you began to try and clean out the wound a little bit, before bandaging it.

After making sure that you'd helped him feel as comfortable as possible, the exhaustion began to kick in again, and you fell onto your small one seater couch across your mystery guest falling fast asleep.

The next day

Nico Di Angelo had a headache, a really bad one.

It felt like someone had used his head as a punching bag, or a chew toy for his hellhound. In fact, Nico knew a few people who would have wanted to use his head as those things.