Remember when @The_sunniest_angels ended her reign with a single message on her message board? Remember how we thirsted for a single update, just to see how any of the stories finished? Well, kids, I gotchu. I have a job here, and it's to help her to finish her legacy. ~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~ Will was wallowing in his own grief after Percy Jackson announced Nico di Angelo's undeniable death. He cried himself to sleep, mourned, sobbed in pain, and cursed the gods for doing this to him. But Aphrodite always had different ideas. When he woke up with his world suddenly plunged back into colour, and Hazel screaming about Nico's return, it was his job to bring Nico back. With the help of a couple of friends and a feisty bone cat that leads them, will he manage to snatch his love out of Death's hands, and just be happy? I dunno, but that's Aphrodite's matter.

Nico has never had anyone who cares. They would pretend they do but then leave him and then add to the list of names people have called him. Worthless, waste, dumb. So when will comes Nico isn't used to having the care and doesn't believe will. And he bullies, Cameron and Julius, aren't helping either.I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!! Please remember this was my first fanfiction and that it's really bad. If you would like to read a more recent and better-written fic with good grammar then go read one of my others, this one is probably my worst fic out of all of them. Okay bye

Black as night, his hair. Deep eyes, dusted cocoa. Narrowed, concentrated. His hands, frail, holding the pencil precisely. His walls, up, his head, down. Nico. His hair, yellow as the sun. His eyes held the sky. His hands, holding nothing but his heart, his mind, open. Will.

Soulmates: the interest of our generation. We live and breath for them, walk and talk about them. It's so exciting finding yours- that moment when the blacks, whites and greys burst into color and you can see them for the first time in a real light. Of course, that part doesn't come until you fall in love with your soulmate. That's the part Nico has trouble with. His one soulmate was the only person who he rivaled against. And Will? He was falling for his competition.

Nico is still trying to recover from his trip to Tartarus. A trip to Hell doesn't leave a person unscathed. There is no one there for him. He is alone. Will sees how broken Nico is. He is determined to protect him, even from himself. He is determined to fix him. (sorry. This summary totally sucks) Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Or the bands. Sadly. So, uh, ya.

Nico lived in a small house in a ragged part of town. Will lived in a castle with a crown on his head miles away. Nico had no parents. Wills parents loved him with all their hearts. Nico and Will were polar opposites, so why did they feel a connection?

SEQUEL TO "SEE MY SHADOWS, I'LL BE YOUR LIGHT" With Nico's condition, Will is certain he has no chance. But sometimes, the worst things happen for the best reasons.

Place: Club. Time: 11:00 PM. Friends? No. Alone. I'm a regular, let me in. The bartender thinks I'm an addict. In a way, he's right. He's just wrong about what I'm addicted to. Or rather, who.

Who had ever hear of a school for demigods? Nico certainly hadn't, or not until he was transferred. And he would have been the loneliest boy there, had the cute boy with the messy blonde hair not taken interest in him. Soon enough Nico finds himself on an adventure unlike he had even known- and he'd been through a lot, and Will learns that being a healer isn't just about healing physically. Read on to find out what happens!!

Nico tried to flatten his rapidly curling hair in the heat. Perks of living in California, he guessed. The walk to the beach was short, and he knew the way even though he almost never went. Hazel walked beside him, her hands in the pockets of her bathing suit cover up, and she smiled softly. Will wiped beads sweat off his forehead. He had reduced his clothing to a tank top and shorts, but even so it was hot, which was rare for him. Perks of living in California, he guessed. The sand beneath his flip flops shifted with every step and the waves looked cool and inviting. He looked up and saw someone.