Demigod One-Shots

Broken: Nico

Nico hurries into his cabin and slams the door shut. He lets out a choked gasp as he presses his fingers into his temples. With his hands still on his head he purposely face plants into his bed. He brings his legs up and under his chest, curling up as an attempt to comfort himself.

It didn't work.

He didn't want to go outside his cabin, he didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted to hide away. To avoid everyone, so he didn't have to talk to anyone. He didn't want to mess up, he didn't want anyone to hate him, he didn't want to ruin everything. Before it was simple, no one liked him so he had nothing to lose. In the past few days he had earned so much love and friendship, he just didn't want it to end 'cause if it ended it wouldn't be pretty.

He doesn't even know how he gotten people to like him, he was never really good at it before. He couldn't deal with this pressure of constantly wondering if they were just liking you, or pitying you, or were just brefriending you for a laugh. No wonder he dropped out of school when he was ten, he just couldn't do it.

Anyone could be a better friend than him, so why be friends with him if you could just get a better model. At least that's the way the world seems to work. He just- what if- why- how-

He lets out a muffled sob. He just couldn't deal with it. People are people, they're manipulative, secretive, backstabbig, and ultimately terrifying. Being close to people is even worse. What if he messes up and people hate him again? After experiencing this love he didn't want to go back to his old lifestyle, it would be even worse then.

He stood back up again, teetering slightly before stumbling over to a wooden desk in the corner. He just felt like breaking something and, taking after some choice demigods, he acts completely out impulse. Nico punches down right through the center off the splintering table. Before the pain of his throbbing fist could be fully processed he punches again and kicks and smashes. Without sensing it coming he is pulled away from the demolished heap of wood by two strong, warm arms.

"Nico!" Nico finally realizes Will has been shouting his name. He picks his head up slightly and turns towards Will, still encased in his arms. "Nico, what's wrong?"

Will's voice is smaller and sadder. He directs Nico to a bunk and sits down next to him. Will picks up one lf his fists which is bleeding profusely with wood splinters sticking out in every other direction. Nico bows his head while Will takes each piece of wood, splinter by splinter. When done he pulls out some extra bandages from his pocket and wraps them around his knuckles.

After doing the same to his other fist, Will looks dead straight into Nico's watering eyes. His voice is heavy and sad, "Nico? ... What's he matter?"

Nico opened his mouth and starts rambling quietly, "I don't want to mess anything up. Everyone's so happy and everything's so perfect and what if I do something wrong, eveyone will hate me then, and I don't think I could stand it if everyone hates me again. It was hard enough, but I want this, I like this. I don't know how it ended up like this anyways, I'm not nice, or warm, or anything like you or friendly people. I don't deserve this, I shouldn't have this, but I want this. It's going to be taken away, don't let them take it away from me."

He was trembling now, how terrified he'd been these last few days had been building up inside him and now that it was too much he didn't know how to handle it. Will's gaze softened and he brought Nico into another deep embrace. "There's nothing you can do to push me away again. We're friends and that's not going to stop."

Nico buries his face into Will's chest causing his voice to come out muffled, "It hurts, I don't even trust myself, how can you?"

Will's brow furrows. Nico needs more self confidence and pride, but right now he just needs Will. Will pulls out a small regular band aid from his pocket, unwraps it, and sticks it to Nico's arm. Nico looks up with a confused look, but Will begins to explain, "It's a band aid. Band aids show hurt and scars, but also healing. I will heal you, doctor's honors."

The stress is momentarily erased from Nico's features as Will tightens the hug and Nico falls into it.

Wattpad deleted half of it so that's why it's so short and took a long time to update. This is a whole lot nicer than the other Broken stories and I like it a lot. Solangelo is my new otp.

Thanks for reading,
J.R.G.