My name is Allegra Dupain-Cheng. My older sister is apparently Ladybug. My older sister is also dead. Which is why I'm clutching a note, wearing her earrings and praying that I can live up to the legacy I never knew she had. Oh and Chat Noir quit, so now I need to find a black cat holder.

Nico is silently drowning, every day spiraling a little more. Every Nico has ever cared about left or is 6 feet under. His mom, Bianca, Jason, EVERYONE. He can't take it anymore, he just can't. But no one cares, no one wants to see the scars. That's what chases everyone away the broken parts. Life is survival mode. He's still haunted from tartarus, from the jar. It's not like anyone cares enough to talk to him about it though. For Will, things don't seem much better. He's not okay, but he has to stay together. No one can see the pain that to Will is so obvious. The dead siblings. The nightmares of the wars over the years that he can't tell anyone about. He wasn't ready to be head counselor, but in just two battles, he lost his older brothers. But he never had time to grieve only to bury the pain so he could keep his siblings together. He's not fine, but he has to be, for his brother and sister. He needs to keep up the facade of the sunshiny healer. Both Nico and Will are struggling, both of them need each other more than ever, both of them are being distanced by the walls of the very thing that make them need each other so much.

Because I clearly can't commit to a long story (as shown by my abandoned Solangelo book) I will take to writing oneshots! TWs will be by the chapter. Also, be warned, lot's of angst.