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Come Crying To Me: Nico di Angelo x Female Reader (Friendship)

Every now and then, everyone needed to be held. And you considered it your job to be the one doing the holding.

All around camp, your name spread around as the one to go to if one was in need of a hug, a shoulder to cry on, or a listening ear.

Percy was one of your most frequent visitors. Being a hero wasn't easy, and with all the pressure and fame on his shoulders he just needed someone who didn't look at him like a hero.

Your next was Leo. Even though he had Calypso, he couldn't tell her everything. So you listened for him and held him when he needed it.

But the one person who needed and deserved a hug the most was the only permanent resident of Cabin 13, Nico DiAngelo.

Nico wasn't a touchy-feely person, and you knew that. He didn't like talking to people he barely knew (as far as you knew, he didn't like talking in general) and you respected that. He would come to you in his own time.

So, needless to say, when you retired early to your cabin while your brothers and sisters were still at the bonfire, finding the son of Hades on your cabin door step was a bit of a shock.

"Nico? Is everything alright?" You asked as you sat beside him.

The teenager next to you shook his head.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

A slight nod.

"Do you wanna go somewhere more private?"

Nico stood and held out his hand. Free from fear, you took it and melted into the shadows with him. When you opened your eyes, you were in New York City, in what appeared to be an all night cafe. The place was nearly deserted, but the barista smiled at you and gave you your orders.

Nico had glided over to a small booth in the corner, away from the window, with his head in his hands.

You sat across from him, pushing his hot chocolate and Danish towards him with your own drink and pastry in your own hand. "Take your time, Nico. We have all the time in the world."

Silence enveloped the two of you, filled by the sounds of the traffic outside and the low hum of the lights overhead.

After what seemed like ages, Nico spoke. "It's...It's been three years today since Bianca died...and I...I just feel like I should have been able to do something..." A heavy sigh. "I was her brother, it's a brother's job to protect his sister. I failed her..."

"No." The word came from your mouth, solid and final. "You did not fail her. Nico, you were a nine year old boy in a strange place with strange people being told strange things. You were too young for a quest. There was nothing you could have done."

"But the skeletons...the night I ran away from camp..."

"Nico, demigod powers are unstable at a young age. I mean, Percy strangled a snake as a toddler, Leo bursts into flames at random times, I have a tendency to glow like a hundred watt bulb sometimes. You raising the dead were your powers surfacing for the very first time. Yes, it was just a taste of how strong you are, but that doesn't mean you could have done anything for your sister." You looked down at your drink and Nico looked at you.

"You lost someone precious to you. Didn't you?" He asked.

You nodded. "My little brother. But this isn't about me."

"I'll talk about Bianca if you'll talk about your brother."

A dry chuckle left your mouth. "Alright. You go first."

Nico looked down at his hands, sipping his drink. "She was the closest thing I had to a mother after mine died. She taught me to read and write, made sure I ate my vegetables, brushed my teeth, said please and thank you...I remember, once, when I was too scared to walk to the bathroom by myself, Bia got up and walked me there herself.

She spent her pocket money to buy me my Mythomagic cards, sang me to sleep, taught me my prayers...it was like being hit by a car when Percy told me she was dead, like every bone in my body had been broken and the wind had been knocked out of me..." Nico"s voice cracked and he swiped the back of his hand over his cheeks.

You dabbed away your own tears with a napkin and handed Nico one as well. Lots of campers had come to you with memories of lost relations. But to hear the tenderness and love in Nico's voice when he spoke of his sister...your own wounded heart bled for the man across from you.

You cleared your throat, took a drink of your own refreshment, and began to follow up on your end of the deal. "I never truly got to know my brother. He was just a baby when we lost him. My mother...after my father left her, she got married to a nice man. Made good money, treated us right, I call him dad to this day.

A year after he married my mother she got pregnant and we were all ecstatic. I wanted to be a big sister more than anything. I helped paint the nursery, pick out the clothes, bottles, crib, stroller, anything the baby needed I wanted to help get. When he was born, he was healthy in every way. We brought him home two days after he was born, cause mom needed time to rest and she didn't want him home without her, and we thought everything was fine.

But one night...I noticed he didn't cry in the middle of the night like he normally did. The house was silent. I got up to check on him and...and there he was, dead in his crib. I remember I didn't quite think he was dead...just sleeping. But...But I noticed he wasn't breathing, and I screamed for my parents and ran to call 911...but they were too late...they called it SIDS, Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, and it broke my mother's heart and mine.

We burried him in the family plot in the local cemetery and now no one talks about him. Its like this private wound we all carry around. No one talks about it, especially not around my mom or my other brothers and sisters...its been seven years now...he'd be seven today."

You thought back to the small headstone with a baby angel on it that sat in your family plot. You thought of the name and dates carved into the stone; Benjamin Allistor (L/N) January 4, 2012-January 17, 2012. You thought of the inscription beneath that short span of time, the few words you had helped your parents choose. Dear God, I wanted to hold my son on my lap and tell him about you, so can you please hold him on your lap and tell him about me?

A sob tore through your throat before you could stop it, and you covered your face with one hand while the other wrapped around you, trying to hug yourself.

Nico stood from where he was sitting, scooted into booth beside you, and wrapped his arms around you, burrying his face in your hair as he too sobbed for the sibling he had lost.

In the end, when all the tears had been cried and all hugs given, the two of you returned to camp with your arms around in each other.

"If you ever need me, just knock and I'll let you in." Nico said as he walked you to your cabin.

"Thank you Nico. Same to you. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear, I'll be there."

"Good night (Y/N)."

"Good night Nico."

When you're tired of it all
And tears need to fall
Your back's to the wall
Come cryin to me
You don't have to be strong
You don't to hold on
You've been there too long

Come cryin to me
I'll leave the living room light
Burning all night
No don't even pack
Don't even look back
Baby come cryin to me