Nico Di Angelo Fluff And One-Shots

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"(Y/N)! We're going on a quest!"

"What?"

"You know Nico's quest? He chose us to go with him."

"That little bitch."

Your name was (Y/N) (L/N). You were a simple girl with (H/C) hair, (S/C) skin, and (E/C) eyes. You dressed in fairly nice clothes, considering you spent your days at Camp Half-Blood. Your hair was always clean, and always either pulled away from your face in a messy, but good looking, bun or left to fall naturally in a way that only you could pull off. You were great with a spear, one of the best actually, and you trained hard.

Oh, and you were the daughter of Aphrodite.

Considering that information, your description might change drastically. You were simple for a daughter of Aphrodite, but beautiful. Your clothes were significantly nicer than most of the camper's, but not extravagant enough for your siblings. You never did anything with your hair, and you trained harder than any of your siblings. Still, you got along with them and enjoyed every single one of them.

Your two best friends were odd. Marcy and Nico. A daughter of Aphrodite was only close to a daughter of Ares and a son of Hades. You loved them both, and you know they both loved you, but in the moment, you hated one of them. Your dear friend Nico knew you hated leaving the camp, yet he had chosen you to go along with him on his quest.

So you took off, toward the lake, where you knew Nico would be, sitting and thinking.
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Nico was going to die. That's what was going through his head as he saw you storming toward his peaceful place, an angry look on your face.

"Nico di Angelo!" You walked up to him, towering over him. Your hands were on your hips, your hair in your face as you looked down at the boy, and your eyes were stormy. "What the hell?"

"Hello, (Y/N). You're glowing."

"Shut up. Why the hell did you pick me as your third person?"

"I need someone I know will be able to fight. Someone I can trust."

"Then pick Percy or Annabeth or Leo or Will or anyone but me!"

"Sorry, (Y/N). It's already done." Nico stood, walking away from you. You couldn't help but get more angry at that. He seemed so nonchalant. "We leave in the morning."

"I hate you."
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It was morning. Nico's hair was a mess. Marcy had a large bag slung over her shoulder. And you were no longer in your safe haven.
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"I'm not happy about this," you said, over and over. Nico and Marcy were getting tired of your complaining, and you were getting tired of walking through untamed forests. It was the third day of the quest. The third day of being away from Camp Half-Blood. Monsters had attacked you three many times. You didn't even have a clue what you were doing. It didn't matter how much Nico explained it to you, you just couldn't get it.

"This forest is shit," you said, tugging a thorn out of your sweater.

"Yeah, well, so are you," Marcy replied, pushing past you. You stumbled, falling into the thorny bush you had just tried so hard to avoid.

"Marcy-!"

"(Y/N)." Nico's voice was sharp. Serious.

"Nico di Angelo, I-"

"Shut up." You looked up at the boy, a surprised look on your face, but you saw the expression he wore. He was looking around, a stony expression plastered onto his face, an urgent look in his eyes. "Something isn't right." He held out a hand to you, which you grabbed quickly, and he pulled you to your feet. "We need to move."