Disclaimer: I seriously, seriously, don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Harry Potter or anything related whether characters, places, or spells. Just the crap I made up and slammed into their world/s.
Warning: Pretty much fluff, fluff and more senseless fluffy fluff. Enjoy.
~I Guess It Had To Happen Sometime~
000 Nico 000
My feet are bare and it doesn't matter because the grass in this place is so, so soft.
I feel myself revitalizing with every step. The body weary with time slowly rolling back to the spring of youth.
It's been one day since I died. Nothing tragic, just death in my sleep at the age of... I dunno, 69 not counting the 60 or so other years spent in the Lotus Hotel.
It was nice that I reached that age, after all the top life-expectancy for me was... 15?
I lay in the fields around Elysium. Reveling in the un-stiff body of a young adult.
"Nico?" a voice whispers to me.
I open my eyes and grin that would be described as "shit-eating". The positive kind of "shit-eating".
"Hey, Ali, miss me?" I say. I guess I should be more excited. After all, the last I saw of her was when she ranted at me about being a "suicidal bastard who can't take care of his own fucking life, which, by the way, I saved for you! I mean, really, death by lizard claw because this asshole stopped living when his new girlfriend died for him wouldn't look very good on an obituary!", but the knowledge that I'll be with her, from now on, for eternity calmed me.
She rolls her eyes but still smiles at me, "From the moment I left."
"That's a long time, Starshine, sure you haven't found someone new in the scores of the Underworld?" I ask, in a voice that rang with casual nonchalance, but I was really, really worried about her finding someone else.
(For the morons who cant figure it out, no, I have not fallen in love with anybody else.)
She shakes her head, "Shouldn't I be asking you, Hellboy?"
I pull her down so that she's kneeling over me from behind, "I can't cheat on my girlfriend."
She smiles, "Isn't that a bit silly, Hellboy, from a mortal's view, I'm still 17 and you're what, 69?"
"To hell with mortal morals." I say, pulling her down further so that our noses touch, "I've waited fifty two years to meet you again. Fifty two fucking years because you just wouldn't let me die with the helluva guilt trips you gave me. I saved your life, Nico, why aren't you using it properly?" I pitch my voice higher in a cheap imitation of her melodic voice,"Fifty two fucking years. That's six-hundred and twenty four months. Two-thousand four hundred and ninety six weeks. Seventeen thousand four hundred and seventy two days. You're in a load of debt, Starshine."
"How'd you like me to repay you, Hellboy?" she says, closing her eyes and smiling.
"Well, we could start with this." I say, pulling her even closer so that our lips touch. The kiss was chaste, sealing that, yes, I'm really still in love with you. "One out of seventeen thousand four hundred and seventy two. You should know I was planning to kiss you every day after we got together. Also, that extends to the after life, so that adds two more since you didn't see me yester-."
She laughs and leans closer pressing her lips with mine, interrupting me. "Talk less, moron."
"That doesn't count, you kissed me."
"What happens when you hit the last one?" she asks, still smiling.
I look into her eyes, gods, how I missed them, "You decide."
She hummed, "Well then, kiss me faster, stupid, I wanna have my way with you."
I pull up into a sitting position and face her. I hook a hand around her hip and pull her closer, "That can be arranged."
I press my lips to her again, this time I licked her lower lip causing her to gasp and pull away. A blush splattered across her cheeks.
"That doesn't count because you pulled away." I say.
She glares at me before leaning in and nibbling on my lip. (Which, by the way, did not make me whimper with surprise. Nope. Nope.) and mutters, "To hell with the count, I intend you to kiss me more than seventeen thousand whatever times."
I'm about to speak when licks at my exposed teeth and gums... Okay, I actually admit that I might've whimpered that time. "Just shut up and kiss me, Hellboy."
That can be arranged too.
A/N: Whoop-de-doo, they're together now! Yay. So... yes, I did kill my own character off. Yes, Nico's dead. That's the reason for the title, he had to die sometime, right?
Thank you all for sticking with me. Unless you didn't, but still thanks. Especially to the reviewers, you guys were pretty much the reason I kept going. I didn't want to leave this story mid-plot since so many of my favorites have done that and I don't want to do the same to others.
I probably won't write Nico/Anybody anytime soon considering I have, what at least three more stories I haven't gotten to that's posted on Fan ? (And about five I haven't posted...)
Anyway, three cheers for the (real) first completed story! (Don't forget to review.)
