remember this is what I looking for, for the OC's,

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Worst subject in school: (DO NOT put reading.)

Anyways, those of you who have already given me one, you can submit another.

A girl at my old school actually fainted when she read a book about a girl cutting herself. It was so bad she swore she'd never read a book again. The bad part? I had read that book, and I, personally thought it hadn't gone into that much detail. It's called 'Cut.'

If you guys have had a similar experience, or think you might, DON'T read this chapter.

I decided to change the mood and tone of this story for this chapter, because it centers around Nico. I hate when people make the boy emo/dark/suicidal/ a cutter just because he's a son of Hades, but you do get sort of a sullen and withdrawn vibe from him, and I couldn't think of any other way to do this chapter.

By the way, don't you hate it when you read/hear something like, "go cut you're self and die, emo f*g." I hate it. It's judgmental, stereotypical, rude, and only ignorant people say stuff like that.

Nico couldn't help it. He couldn't help the sick fantasies that have gone through his mind since he was fifteen. Of men.

The husband-to-be Perseus Jackson, specifically.

He knew it was wrong. He cursed Aphrodite.

He was sixteen and a half now. He couldn't believe it's been almost two years since he realized he was gay. Were demigods even allowed to like their own gender? He didn't know. All he knew was his crush was getting married and where was he? Standing there, preparing to be a groomsmen.

Nico laid in his bed in his father's palace in the Underworld, thinking of the big day that was in two days. The closer it got to the wedding to more anxious he got. The more depressed he got.

The scars on his wrist were the only things that made him complete since Bianca's death. The only thing he lived for. The pain of bringing any sharp object he could find to his wrist, ironically, gave him pleasure. It outweighed the pain of losing his sister.

He picked up the knife on the end table and pressed it against his wrist. He close his eyes. He felt the knife dig into his wrist. Felt the warm, sticky, red liquid seep through his wound. He felt all the pain wash away in the rush it gave him.

He knew it was wrong. It had to be criminal to get this pleasure from something harmful. But he couldn't stop. It was if he was addicted to the rush of the knife, or any sharp object really, digging into his skin. He couldn't help it. It felt so right. He loved it.

He heard a knock on the other side of his door. His father.

"Nico." He heard him say.

"Yes, Dad." He called back.

"They need you at Camp Half-Blood."

Nico shadow-traveled to Camp. He was so drained when he got there all he wanted was to crash in his bed in the Hades cabin. Of course, that was not to be.

The second he arrived, Chiron approached him. Mr. D was next to him. He held a toddler in his arms awkwardly. Well, actually, awkwardly was an understatement. He looked more like he'd rather die than be in his current predicament.

"This is Hesper, your little sister. " Chiron explained. "Her mother just died, and her much older cousin, a child of Nyx, brought her here, knowing she was a half-blood."

"And I was asked to come here, why?" Nico asked confused.

"Because I love to torture you brats." Said Dionysus. Nico looked at Chiron for the real answer.

"Because she's only three and needs a guardian."

"Why can't it be Hazel? She's just as capable as I am."

"One, she's at Camp Jupiter. Two, you're cabin counselor, and therefore it's your duty. Three, you've had more training, from what I've heard. "

"I haven't had any." Nico corrected him, confused.

"No my boy, you trained yourself." Chiron answered. Nico sighed. It was true. His entire life, the one he could remember anyway, he spent either with Bianca or by himself. He was technically 10 when she died, and had been a nomad for the last six years. He'd practically taught himself how to wield his sword, except for a little help he got from his father and elder campers.

"Well, the brat's all yours." Mr.D said, while practically shoving the child into Nico's arms. He wandered off. Probably getting wasted. If gods could even get drunk that is.

Nico looked down at the girl in his arms. She had chest- length black hair and dark brown eyes, just a little bit lighter than Nico's black ones. Her skin was ivory, contrasting against Nico's olive tone.

Nico set her down on the ground and held her hand as he walked the two of them to the Hades cabin. When he walked in, he sighed. It felt good to be back in the cabin he'd made for himself and his future siblings.

It looked the same as it always had. A black metal skull and crossbones on the door. Check. Black stone walls. light haze the room had that made the entire cabin look overtaken in mist. Check.

"Cool!" exclaimed the young child next to him. He lightly chuckled at her enthusiasm. She was so adorable.

"What's so funny?" She asked cutely. She had a bit of a lisp, like a lot of people did at that age.

"Nothing." Nico replied, smiling. Truthfully, it made him look like an ass, grinning the way he was. (Just never tell him that.)

He walked over to the mattress he'd claimed as his own and sat down.

The young girl climbed clumsily into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her in order to keep her from falling off. It wouldn't do good to have her fall and possibly crack her head open on the floor.

He couldn't help but smile like a fool again. He usually got that way when he saw a baby. They were cute.

He hoped that one day he'd be able to adopt one. Maybe even find himself a husband.

It wasn't like he hated girls, he just never felt the way he did about the male population with girls. There was no doubt in his mind he was gay.

Nico opened his eyes. He'd fallen asleep. There was a body next to him. Hesper had curled up against him in her sleep. He didn't mind, but now he couldn't get up in fear of walking her.

He scooped her up in his arms gently, and sat up cautiously. Once he was out of the bed, he laid her down on his blanket that had fallen to the ground when he got up.

He walked over to his side table, intending to grab the hairbrush Persephone had given him for his 14th birthday. It was black, with a blood red flower that looked like it was actually bleeding, because trailing down from the flower, was a thin line of the same color. A few days beforehand he'd made her mad, and apparently being turned into a flower wasn't punishment enough.

He didn't mind though. Secretly, he actually thought it was nice-looking. It wasn't like it was pink or anything. In fact, it was actually his style.

He looked into the drawer, searching for his brush. He always kept it here. But saw something that made him sidetracked. A knife.

Tyson had forged it for him, as a present. From Percy and himself on Nico's 15th birthday. Nico picked it up. He didn't know why all his birthday presents had been kept in this drawer. They just were. It felt more right.

He pressed the knife against his skin, preparing to feel the blade draw his blood. He pushed it farther in.

A voice interrupted him.

"Nico? What the heck are you doing?" Conner's voice said.