Hey all! This starts with a continuation of my story Nico's Dreams, but then I've evolved it into a drabble and fluff collection. Enjoy!
When Will woke, Nico had fallen asleep. The son of Apollo noticed that Nico had squeezed him closer, and switched their positions, so Nico had his head against Will's chest. Will smiled, and gently slipped away from the son of Hades. When he was out of the bed, he checked the time. 6:03. Time for the rising of the sun.
He stepped out of the cabin. Across the lane of cabins, his siblings were also filing out, and raising their arms to the rising sun. He did the same.
Kayla glanced at him. Her eyes widened and she started yelling and pointing at him.
Then she sprinted at him.
His eyes widened and he ducked into the room. She dove through the door, tackling him onto the bed behind him.
Which happened to be the one Nico was sleeping in.
He yelled something in Italian, jumping out of bed and flashing his Stygian Iron sword out of it's sheath. The point flew to Kayla's neck.
He froze, checking what was going on. He groaned.
"Will," he said. "Tryna sleep."
"Sorry," Will answered. "My crazy sister tried to kill me."
Nico waved his hand. Two skeletons grew out of the ground and dragged the children of Apollo outside. They slammed the doors, and collapsed into a pile of bones, which then crumbled into dust.
Nico flopped back on his bed, ignoring the terrified shrieks coming from outside. He waved his hand again, and a blanket of shadows fell over the windows, darkening the room and blocking out the noise from outside.
When Nico left his room, he was immediately pounced on by Will Solace. He yelped and swatted the boy away.
"Nico," Will said. "Three days. Three. You have three left."
"Two," Nico said, not even meaning it.
"Nope," Will said, popping the 'p'. "You've got three days, and for that little demonstration of your dark powers, you're gonna get another whole day."
"Awww," Austin said from behind Will. "So cute! Will and Nico…Solangelo!"
He started skipping around the pair, humming something that sounded suspiciously like 'Will and Nico, sitting in a tree…"
Until the son of Hades shot out an arm and picked him up by the front of his shirt. "Listen, kid," Nico said, apparently disregarding the fact that Austin was at least four years older than he was. "You will shut up now. And you will never refer to us as a couple or Solangelo again. Do you understand me?"
Austin's eyes were glazed and his mouth was hanging open. He whimpered something unintelligible. Nico smiled his creepiest smile and gently set the poor kid down.
"Now, Will," he began, turning around. "What's this about four days?"
Nico's infirmary records were reported to have been two days long. They were promptly adjusted to two days.
When the second day was over, Will pronounced Nico fit for dark powers and no more bed rest. This, strangely, didn't seem to sit well with the son of Hades.
The next day, he showed up at the infirmary door. "Hey, Will," he said. "Is there anything you might need help with?"
Will looked around. "No, I think we're good, di Angelo," he said. "Why?"
"No reason," Nico muttered. "Just wondering if you wanted help."
The next day Nico was taken to the infirmary, having mysteriously hurt his hand in the forest.
"Hey, di Angelo," Will said, jumping out at the son of Hades from a shadow as he walked past.
Nico didn't flinch. "Hey, Solace," he said, smirking. As he kept walking, Will stared after him, wondering hat was so funny.
He wondered up until the point when the zombie laid it's hand on his shoulder.
The scream could be heard throughout the camp.
"Nico," Will wailed. "Why are you doing this to me, baby?"
"Shut up, Solace," Nico said.
"Oh, are we on last names now?" Will huffed. "Fine, Angel."
Nico ducked his head to avoid the red tinge of his skin. "What do you want, Will?"
"Yay! He called me Will!" The son of Apollo danced around Nico, who was sitting and reading a book about legacies of Hecate.
"Shut up! What is it?" Nico growled, having gotten to an exciting part and not wanting to be disturbed.
"Well, Nico, I was wondering, Nico, if you would like, Nico, to—" He shut up when Nico shadow traveled away.
"Overdo it?" he asked Piper, who was watching from a distance.
She nodded. "Next time, just ask him."
The camp was in the midst of the most epic prank war in the history of Camp Half-Blood. The cabins had taken sides against each other. No child of Aphrodite would sit down without checking their seat. Whenever a Demeter camper passed one from Ares, they always gave each other a wide space.
However, the Hephaestus cabin, the Apollo cabin, and the Hermes cabin were the rulers of the war. They had teamed up with each other, and they were making life hard for the rest of the camp.
Nico di Angelo walked through the center of camp. He felt eyes on him, but that was alright.
Right?
He looked around. He didn't see anyone…
Until a water balloon came flying out of some shadows near the dining pavilion. He dodged it easily, having super reflexes. It splashed harmlessly on the ground. He grinned. If they tried anything from the shadows, they were idiots. The shadows were his domain.
Or so he thought, until he shadow traveled into the shadows and straight into a trap. A bronze mechanism whirred, shooting wires around Nico's body. Metal teeth snapped around him, forming a cage.
Then the creaking of gears from above made him look up.
He closed his eyes.
The bucket of paint emptied on him, covering him in a swirling mass of purple and pink paint. When he was sufficiently soaked, a rain of sprinkles and sparkles descended on him.
Lastly, but not least, a piece of paper was draped across his front, with the words 'Apollo is the best' on it.
Then the metal teeth released him. He stumbled forward.
There have never been nor will ever be, words to describe Nico di Angelo's wrath. A dark light shone from him, the grass around him withered and died, and wisps of cold vapor came from the ground around him. A company of skeletons rose from the ground and surrounded him.
Then he marched in the direction of the cabins.
When he was within sight of the Hephaestus cabin, he pointed at the building. "Bring them out," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
The skeletons charged into the cabin. Terrified screams and shrieks followed. The undead warriors filed out, each dragging a camper with them.
When they saw who it was that was controlling them, one of them actually fainted. "P-Please," Leo said, "d-don't k-kill me…"
Nico smiled. A thin, evil smile that sent his prisoners into fresh terror. "Oh, I won't kill you," he said. "Just torture you for a few years."
Another camper passed out.
He whipped out his sword. "Who's first?" he said.
No one made any noise. "Leo!" he roared.
The skeleton moved forward. Leo cringed and wept. "No, no, please, don't, I'll do anything, no, please…"
Nico touched his sword blade to Leo's neck. And the son of Hephaestus disappeared in a cloud of shadow.
The rest of the campers screamed. "No, no! Leo!"
One by one, Nico killed the rest of the Hephaestus campers. Then he moved on to the Hermes cabin, and slaughtered them all. Then he killed everyone in the Apollo cabin.
When everyone was dead, he waved his hand.
A huge cloud of shadow appeared in the middle of camp. The campers stepped out of it, shaking and crying. What had seemed like killing, was actually Nico shadow-traveling the campers into a torture room.
"I hope you've learned," the son of Hades said, "never to try to prank me. I am darkness! DEATH!"
"yes, yes," the campers wailed. He smiled again. "Good."
He went to his cabin and washed himself off.
And that was the day Camp Half-Blood learned that Nico has a special room in his cabin that he shadow travels offenders to, filled with TV screens playing 'Lightning Thief' and 'Sea of Monsters' on replay.
R&R please! This will continue.