Always You - Nico di Angelo x Reader (Oneshots)

Spray Paint

A/N - hiii it's me again!

This oneshot is inspired by a local artist that I've just found out about recently. So, of course, I had to develop it into a cute plot for you guys to read <3

Alright, enough talking. Happy reading!

Godly Parent: Apollo

- Third Person's POV -

You were a graffiti artist. A street artist, if you might.

You adored the thrill of being anonymous, going into the streets at night or at the break of dawn to reveal your new masterpiece to the world.

Of course, there were a couple close calls with the police. But what was the harm of making art? You've never exactly painted somewhere illegal, anyway.

The buildings you've decorated with your art should be thankful for being graced with such beauty.

Also, it wasn't like you weren't invited there. The orphanages, schools, and other dusty, musty places that pents up kids have the little ones often leave a note for you to make the place a little more colorful.

It was so cute. Every night, you would find messages on random walls from the kids to do your next creation on the building of their choice. Whether it was their house, the park, or any other place they considered to be boring.

You brought in the fun.

Some of the notes were even sweet enough to have the kids leave you a specific design request for you to work on. That makes your job a lot more worth-while.

Besides, it wasn't as if you were the only teenager who has done this in their entire lifetime.

One day, as you were hunting down for a new wall to color in, you spotted a small building with a note on it.

Written on the yellow scrap paper in the neatest handwriting, was a request for you to make your next masterpiece onto the side of the small kindergarten's wall.

You looked up at the sign that hung above the door frame and found that it was, in fact, a kindergarten.

You grinned, tucking the note in your pocket. After glancing around for a while, you began to work.

You spray-painted rainbows, sunshine, bunnies, and other cute things you thought the kids might like.

However, you were cut short when a curious thought went through your head.

You've gotten requests written in messy handwriting from the kids, but one from an adult? This was new. What if it was a trap?

You set the spray can down, your heart suddenly beating extremely fast.

Suddenly, a lanky boy emerged from the shadows.

You sighed in relief. It was Nico, that Hades kid from Camp Half-Blood.

"Di Angelo," you nodded politely, "Not going to report me, are you?"

Nico gave you a soft smile, shaking his head as he walked up to stand beside you. "I was the one who wrote the note, Y/N."

You raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I work here," Nico looked away shyly, "Chiron always said that I have a way with the younger ones."

For a moment, you imagined the little ones running towards Mr. Emo. It was a funny thought to entertain.

"Cute," you grinned, holding up a bottle of spray paint and offering it to Nico, "Want to help me?"

"I'm not very good at arts," Nico hesitantly took the spray can, "I might ruin the whole thing."

You pointed at the little patch of unpainted grass on the wall, "You can fill that in for me. I enjoy the drawing and outlining process much more, anyways."

As the two of you worked hard on the surprise for the kindergarteners, you stopped short and looked at Nico.

"By the way," you started, "Why weren't you surprised that I was the anonymous graffiti artist?"

"Daughter of Apollo," Nico began checking off an imaginary list on his fingers, "Familiar art style, Camp Half-Blood's local artist, and, if I'm not mistaken, you were the one who decorated the back of the Apollo cabin."

"It could have been an Iris kid," you grumbled, but reluctantly accepted Nico's presentation of his detective work.

Nico rolled his eyes playfully and pulled out a sheet of paper from his jacket. "Take a look."

You let out a surprised gasp when you saw that it was a petition list.

"How dare you?" you scowled at Nico, "Are you trying to get me arrested-?"

"Read the title, darling," Nico scoffed.

You quieted down as you read what the petition slip was for. There, signed by hundreds of parents and children, all agreed to let the cops allow you to continue making art for the neighborhood.

Tears of joy pricked your eyes.

"Thank you," you whispered, smiling happily and you ruffled Nico's hair. "Mr. Emo."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Nico chuckled and fondly ruffled your hair back. "My pleasure, love."

A/N - If you made it to the very end of this oneshot, comment down what song you're currently listening to on repeat!

We just reached the top 29 oneshot collections a few days ago, though I don't know if the rankings have changed again. Either way, it's quite the achievement, guys!

That's all from me. See you next week!

- FantasyDemiWitch