Nico di Angelo x Reader (Oneshots)

Cigarettes

Your pov

Your fingers curled around the cigarette as you watched the smoke billowing above you. You smoked, a lot. Someone had dared you to a long time ago and you agreed to do it. They had got you addicted.

Cigarettes sorta helped you, made you forget things. You drowned out your problems in smoke.

You sat on your cabin roof as the sun set. You exhaled the smoke into the cold, dark, air and watched as it swirled around you.

"Hey, " a voice said. You jumped slightly, and turned around. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin. Nico.

"Hi, " you whispered back.

He crawled up next to you and sat there. He stared at you. "What are you doing here?" he asked "smoking" you replied. "I can see that. But why do you smoke?" he asked. "You should know, you where the one who got me addicted" you said.

Nico had suggested you should smoke as a dare, he meant it to be a joke, but everyone else took it literally.

One second, there was a lit cigarette between your lips, and another, you were addicted.

"You know I meant it as a joke," he said to you.

"well, everyone took you seriously, you don't joke very often you know, " you said.

He looked at you. "You really should stop,"

"I should, but I don't have to and I don't want to. It's my only escape" you replied negatively.

"You know, the more you smoke, the more your body breaks down, and the closer you are to death. Don't let this be a mistake."

"I don't care. It helps. I told you it's my mistake. And it's my only escape."

"I can be your escape. And I can feel your body breaking down. Listen to me, I don't want this for you." You could see the concern in your eyes. He truly cared.

I'm kind of tempted to a write a smut after this and that be the part two, yes? No?