A/N: Please note that this is my first posted fanfic and that this is most likely only a short one-shot. I might continue it or revise it later on. Please review with constructive criticism!

Prompt: Will is a ghost and they died in the apartment Nico moves to. Usually, Will is grumpy and possessive of the apartment and scares out anyone that moves into it but holy shit, Nico is cute, and Will doesn't want them to leave.

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The lock clicked as Nico shoved the key into the door of his new apartment. He sighed as he pushed the door open gently. He hoped his father wouldn't get pissy at him, considering he bought an apartment someone died in knowingly. He just really needed to get away from all the craziness of the demi-god world, even if it's just for a little bit.

His bag dropped to the ground and Nico quickly went to set up his sleeping bag. He wasn't going to bother with the rest of the stuff he needed to due until tomorrow. I mean, I got enough shit done today, right? He thought right before he passed out on the floor. Sleeping like a brick (no offense Jason!).

The next morning was nothing special. He woke up and showered. The apartment had been cleared of all the original furniture after the previous owner had died, so only the bathroom and kitchen had anything left in them. They didn't have much. The counters in the kitchen didn't have counter-tops. Nico groaned as he realized he would probably have to make a list of things he needed. He searched in his bag for a paper and pencil, which of course he didn't have. He shifted his weight onto his left side and run a hand through his messy hair that desperately needed a hair cut. Nico got onto his knees and began to get up, making a mental note to 1: Get pencils and paper, and 2: maybe take Annabeth's advice once and a while. Ha, who was he kidding? Most of the time, anything Annabeth says goes in through one ear and out the other, and he knows that isn't going to change.

But he gets up, grabs his debit card and hoodie out of his bag. He quickly put it on and headed towards his old Slug bug. Making sure to lock the door on his way out, he headed to the dollar store to grab supplies for list-making.

You know, considering he gives off an aura of a son of Hades, he is really bad at sensing ghosts.

Will's form materialized in the living room next to Nico's sleeping bag. He promptly kicked his backpack over, his transparent leg seeming to dissolve as it pushed the dark brown backpack over as it spilled its contents over the carpeted floor. Will was so fucking tired of people moving into HIS apartment because it was cheap. Was his death a fucking joke to these people? Probably. I mean, how ironic was it for the Head Medic of the Apollo to die from overworking and not taking care of himself? Urgh! It doesn't matter. He died alone and he would prefer to spend his afterlife alone, too. People were selfish and too stuck up in their shit most of the time anyway. He was guilty of that too, he guessed offhandedly.

Will was thinking of ways to try to get Nico to leave the apartment when the door creaked open, and a certain scrawny white boy with a happy meal walked into the living room. Will floated there for a moment, shocked at how soon he had come back before his form disappeared. Had he zoned out while thinking or was the stranger just really quick? Nico shoved a fry into his mouth before setting the box down on the floor and signing.

"Look, man, I know you're there. I could just take you down to the underworld myself." Nico told the room, knowing the spirit would hear. Will begrudgingly reappeared, embarrassed. He didn't want to go to the underworld. Not yet at least. He had grown too used to the torn down apartment he used to spend his sparse free days in.

"...You won't, will you?" Will asked the young adult.

"No, I won't. Not unless you cause problems, or you ask me to. I don't want to visit my father right now. Persephone's pissed at me." Nico agreed as he nudged the door closed with his shoulder.

Will sighed, this left him with two options. He didn't like either. He could either annoy the man until he was forced into the underworld, or he could watch as this man took over his home. He hated this so, so much.

However, Will could see the young man much better now as he shifted to lean on the door. Will couldn't help noticing how thin he was, and he couldn't help but worry. Will, you dumbass, you've been long dead for like.. 17 years. YOU. SHOULDN'T. CARE. His too long, messy dark hair must've been tied back while he was out because it was in a messy man bun. His hoodie was covered in skulls, and bulging slightly at his pockets. He was wearing black, ripped, skinny jeans and combat boots. He was kind of cute, Will thought before trying to physically shake the muffled thoughts from his head.

Sometime during his internal rant, Nico had moved to the sleeping bag and had pulled out a pack of pencils and a notebook.

"It was your home first, and I think it would be rude if I just up and changed everything. So, do you want to help pick out furniture? Then we can stay out of each other's hair as much as we can." Will huffed but floated over to him silently, silently putting up with the cute stranger.

"Why are you even giving the time of day? Wouldn't it be easier to just ignore me like everyone else did until they moved out?" Will questioned, his face contorting into a bitter scowl as he remembered the past inhabitants of the apartment.

"Easier for who, exactly? I know for a fact it wouldn't be easier for me because if I hadn't spoken to you you would've just annoyed me until I had to bring you down to the very god I'm trying to avoid or I had to move out. I can't imagine it would be easier for you either though, sitting here all alone in the place you died while everyone else has moved on." Will chose to stay silent as he contemplated what his new 'roommate' had just said. Maybe there was a light for Will after all.