One Shots (Solangelo Edition)

Reply {Writing Soulmate AU: Part 1}

(A/N) I lied last chapter (wich is now deleted) because... soulmate au's exist and... I wanna take part in the writing of soulmate au's... ye...

Nico sat on his bed in the Hades Cabin, bored out of his mind because someone had decided to take down the Camp Half-Blood weather control. Dionysus had let it rain.

It was probably to get back at the Apollo kids for lighting his David Bowie albums on fire (with the help of Leo Valdez). Nobody could blame them, though. The god would blast his music so loud, gods and goddesses on Olympus could hear it. You can only take so much David Bowie.

The smol child let out a sigh as he layed down, going to his arm for comfort. Sometimes random doodles would appear. Never words, though.

Nico di Angelo had a soulmate.

Gods, everyone had a soulmate.

Most soulmates would respond, freaking out about how cute they were or how they were meant to be. Nico wasn't like that. Never once had he responded to his soulmate. Mainly because he couldn't find a pen or he was just a really awkward demigod.

Today, there weren't flowers on his arms. Nico saw no rainbows or sloppy flowers. Not even a doodle of a smiley stick human. Just one word:

"Broken."

Nico knew exactly what that word meant, and panicked. Being Broken meant that you had no soulmate, or your soulmate had died. It meant you were connected to nobody and would probably never find anybody to replace them.

Nico's soulmate must have given up on responding. Given up hope. Came to the conclusion that, because Nico hasn't responded in the year and a half this has been going on, they would never get a response.

Pens and items with ink were a luxury. People knew that they could make big money from selling them because pens, Sharpies, and markers were how you and your soulmate communicated. Writing to each other on your body.

The soul child of Hades had never been able to afford the luxury. Nobody at Camp was ever willing to part with their pen -- to part with their soulmate.

Nico looked back at his arm. The word was sloppy, traced over again many times. It had uneven letters and didn't have the cute swirls on some letters like his soulmate would usually add.

Just plain and boring. Something a Broken person finds themselves to be. Plain and boring.

Broken people tended to do horrible things that varied from minor depression, loneliness to cutting, suicide, or murder (from jealousy of others). Nico didn't want that from his soulmate especially since they weren't Broken.

He rushed out of the Cabin, into the rainy grounds of the camp. The black haired boy didn't trust many people here, and many people didn't trust him, but there was always one person who claimed to have his back. Claimed to help out whenever he needed.

Percy Jackson.

Percy had slipped up many times, but nothing was ever too major. Nico had blamed him for the death of his sister for many years, but that was the only real thing Percy had ever done.

And since Percy knew his soulmate in real life, Jason Grace, he didn't use his pen as often. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be kind enough to part with it.

Not bothering to knock, Nico burst into Cabin 3 to see Percy Jackson and Jason Grace cuddling in a blanket burrito. Some sort of horror story was being read by who Nico assumed was Annabeth. Jason was shaking in the covers and Piper, Annabeth's soulmate and girlfriend since age twelve, was laughing at the quivering son of Zeus.

They all turned to stare at Nico. Eyebrows were raised and curious looks were thrown. These were the people who were chill with the boy, but they weren't his friend. He only had Percy.

Percy smirked playfully. "Thanks for being so considerate to knock."

"Percy. Pen. Please." Nico was out of breath and tried to form a sentence. Percy seemed completely and utterly confused.

The cornsr of the Son of Poseidon's lips turned down. "I only have one pen. The one... you know..." Asking someone for the pen they talked to their soulmate with is basically the same as asking them for their firstborn child.

And awkward aura filled the air.

"Please," the small Italian whimpered. "My soulmate... they think they're Broken. I can't afford a pen..."

Annabeth, the blonde girl who Nico never really liked because of her curious, crazy ways, stepped in to the conversation. "I have a spare pen!" She exclaimed. Nobody really seemed worried that Nico's soulmate thought they were Broken. They seemed to be more irritated that Nico interrupted Annabeth's story.

Nico's face lit up. "Can I have it? I'll pay you back someone, I-I'll do your Cabin's chores for a month!"

The blonde smirked, clearly planning to take advantage of this situation. It didn't matter how kind of a person you were, pens weren't something you gave away out of the kindness of your heart and someone offering to do your Cabin's chores was a real treat.

"Half a year," she bargained, "and you have a deal." She whipped out a black and gold pen from behind her ear where she placed it.

Nico was desperate, but half a year, six months, of washing dishes in lava and cleaning out a really messy cabin without throwing away the nerd work...

All for a pen.

But there was no other option. Every second, Nico could feel his soulmate slipping into a void of depression and loneliness.

Nico and Annabeth had never really talked. You couldn't ask someone you never talked to for a pen, especially one as nice and Annabeth was offering. You could say that Nico had a fair deal right here.

"I'll take you up on that," Nico said, sealing the deal.

Annabeth smiled. "Great. Cabin's suppose to do the dishes next week and the week after. I'll tell them your Cabin has it. Have fun."

Unfortunately, Nico was the only resident in the Hades Cabin. That didn't matter now. All that mattered was the person who's been writing to Nico for over a year, expecting a reply.

As he ran back, he started pondering what to write. A simple scribble would be enough.

As long as they got their reply.