OHHHH IT'S THEmmm IT'S THEM
they make me SICK
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OHHHH IT'S THEmmm IT'S THEM
they make me SICK
Nicocest (Nico di Angelo x Nico di Angelo)
I love this ship / OTP
I like this ship
I feel neutral towards this ship
I dislike this ship
I very much dislike this ship / nOTP
The Tower of Nero but Nico is with his older self in New York, so Meg, Apollo, Rachel and Will have to go there to call him.
Apollo didn't see Older!Nico before, so when a terrifying man open the door and look right into his eyes, saying "Apollo" with a disgusted voice, he obviously freeze and think they knock on the wrong door.
What happened with demigods and they bad habits when opening doors?
They are on the right apartment, obviously. So they enter and Nico wants to go but Older!Nico just let if they go together.
So is a very, very awkward for the four while Nico is just enjoying himself with the troglodytes and Older!Nico is having his fun scaring them.
I think I am gonna write a fic about Nico from after TSATS meeting the others from HOH, I just want to write the absolute shock of the scary boy they know in two years is a sweet boy with a soft smile.
And obvious Nico self-love of course <3
(Here I am pretending TSATS was only Nico going to Tartarus and fighting his traumas alone but is just because I am wanting Nicocest)
Young Nico and Older Nico because why not lol
Ah, to be so lonely that the only form of love you will ever have is from your older self
Found a draft of two years ago of Older!Nico going back to time. Here is the translation:
Nico fall with his face on the grass, swallowing land. He doesn't not yet how to use the scythe, but he is gonna learn.
He gets up, looking around. Nico is on the middle of nothing, just a two sides road parting big camps of nothing but grass from side to side.
Well, Nico knows that he is, at least, on the XX or XXI century. On all the grass, he notices a small figure retracted some meters on his front.
-- What... What is that?
He runs to the figure, seeing blood drops getting bigger and bigger.
When he gets there, he freezes.
His younger self, fallen to the side, a cut on his side.
Nico remember of this day, knows how important he was. He can't mess up showing up now, just some moments and he is gonna...
-- Papa...?
What?
-- Papa... I... I am sorry... - His younger self said, hand going to his direction, trying to hold him. - Please, I am sorry...
He gulps, kneeling on his younger self side. The eyes of the boy trying to focus on him, but he knows (he remembers) of how he could see was a blurred image of a man with black clothes.
His own memory, the only time his dad had helped him. It can't be...
-- Oh, my child. - His voice sounds strange for him, too gentle, too kind. - Everything is gonna be fine.
He search on his jacket pockets - the jacket his dad (himself) gave to him - there is a square of ambrosia.
The boy looks at him, holding his other hand like if he don't. If he don't, his father gonna disappear again. (The only help he received in so much time, please don't go, please don't, please-)
-- Open your mouth, please.
Is a little difficult, his younger self is tired and a little not responsive, but he managed.
The ambrosia do it work, closing the wound. He feels the boy relaxing and his eyes fighting to stay open.
-- Rest child. - He says, petting his hair.
The boy closed his eyes, before opening his eyes and trying to hold him close.
-- You are going...
-- To leave? Yes, I had to.
-- But...
-- I can't stay for too much time, my child.
His younger self pouts, still trying to hold him. Nico have to force him to sleep, putting his hand on his forehead and sending dreams, enough to some hours sleeping.
Ok, back to what he have to do.
This is the time, where he receive his sword and jacket. From his father.
But the wound, the words, the gentle touches...
Oh.
xxx
Nico feels naked without his jacket and a little defencless without his sword, but his younger self will use them well. He knows that.
He hopes for the boy, even knowing what the Fates have for him. For now, Nico had other things to discover now.
"Hey there, weirdo."
Nico raised a questioning eyebrow, pulling his double onto the couch upon which he was lying down. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of the other’s neck. “Hmmm… Nicky, where have you been all day?”