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nicostolemybones · 4 years

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Hey, I got a prompt for you. Demigod Truth Or Dare.

I decided the opportunity for angst was irresistible, so I hope you don’t mind that :/

tw: homophobia

The Truth Won’t Out Willingly

“Truth or dare?”

Nico swallowed thickly. He just knew this was going to end badly, of course he did. Especially based on the smirk on the son of Eros’s face as he asked. He wasn’t going to risk a dare. He could already see the way the boy’s eyes raked down his body like he was a piece of meat, and flickered to the eyes of the other boys and back to Nico. Nico just knew he’d dare him to kiss one of them, and Nico did not want to be outed, humiliated like that. He was not a performance for the entertainment of others. “Truth,” Nico replied in a measured voice. There was a pause whilst the son of Eros leaned back, a dangerous smirk crossing his lips. He looked at Nico like Nico was weak, like he could feel the fear radiating. Nico supposed the death aura currently killing the strawberry plants in the field might have been giving it away. Nico picked at a strand of dead grass, angrily throwing it and accidentally summoning a crow skull, which landed across the circle at Annabeth. What terrible fucking irony, Nico scowled. The son of Eros gave an amused hum.

“Which girl did you last have a crush on, di Angelo. And remember, liars forfeit.” Nico refused to be trapped by that. He had a lie, and he’d been bold enough to tell it to Cupid, convincing enough that Annabeth had even believed it herself at one point.

“Annabeth,” Nico replied, making direct eye contact. The son of Eros snorted a laugh that attracted the attention of the other players, who began looking wearily at Nico, like some of them suspected him.

“Really?”

“One question at a time,” Jason interrupted, and Nico scowled at him. He didn’t want Jason to fight battles he was capable of fighting himself.

“Yes, really,” Nico replied, hyper aware of the tension in his voice. He cleared his throat, waving his arm casually in Annabeth’s direction, grateful for the puce tinge his embarrassment had given him. “I like blondes.” Nico chanced a glance around the circle, to Annabeth first. She didn’t look uncomfortable, although she gave Nico a lopsided sympathetic smile, because she knew what was going on, but as she took Percy’s hand, it could easily be interpreted as a smile of apology. He looked to Jason, scared he’d see uncomfortableness on his face, but Jason looked no more uncomfortable by the revelation of Nico’s type than he did when Percy talked about Annabeth. Good, he thought to himself, he had allies he could trust. He looked to Percy, who was deep in thought as he looked around the weary faces, like he was finally realising why Nico felt the need to tell him that he wasn’t his type. Because Nico just knew that revealing his sexuality made people uncomfortable, made people fear his company, like he was a predator. Percy seemed to finally understand that it was never about Nico getting one over on him, but rather Nico protecting himself from the pervert label homophobes liked to slap on him. Percy looked like he finally understood, and he gave Nico a sad smile. Nico didn’t want pity, he didn’t want to be looked at like a kid who just lost his puppy, or like a kid who was sick. He was gay, not sick. He knew it was supposed to be sympathy, but Nico didn’t want to have to face the uncomfortableness of people’s sympathy. Sympathy was for death cards, with deepest symathy, and Nico hadn’t lost someone, wasn’t dead, he was gay.

“Truth or dare,” Nico eventually asked Piper, who picked dare. Of course she did, and Leo leaned over to whisper in Nico’s ear, giggling.

“Please make her dump a bucket of ice water over Jason,” Leo wheezed, and Nico smirked, looking to Piper, and then to Jason. Jason’s face resembled a clear thought of oh no, then Nico crossed the circle to Piper, and whispered in her ear. Piper giggled and snorted, running off to go and get the ice bucket. Leo was wheezing with laughter when Nico sat back down, leaning on Nico’s shoulder with his elbow for stability. Nico wondered if Leo would still feel so comfortable if he knew Nico’s secret, or if he’d suddenly change his view of platonic intimacy with other guys to exclude Nico out of the arrogant assumption that Nico would want every boy he ever laid eyes on. Nico felt paranoid, but he knew he had a valid reason for being so cautious and worried, because he had no idea if the people who called themselves his friends- if they even did- would change how they behaved around him like he was contagious. Nico felt anxiety twisting in his gut, and by the time Piper had dumped a bucket of ice water on Jason, who had promptly sparked up and mildly electrocuted himself, Nico couldn’t focus on the game anymore. All he could think about in his head was all the words he wished he’d said, all the words he wanted to say, but was afraid to say out of fear his experiences would become a discourse on his basic human rights. Nico didn’t have the energy to want to engage in something so toxic to himself. He’d hated himself enough, and he wasn’t ready to have others validate that hate.

Which is why Nico didn’t snap out of his thoughts until he heard a nervous laugh from Will. “Haha, what?”

“Kiss di Angelo,” the son of Eros said, and Nico scowled. He knew shadows were pooling, but he didn’t care.

“I don’t consent to a kiss,” Will announced calmly, to which Nico heard a son of Ares use a slur to unnecessarily butt in his input of how he didn’t wanna see that. Nico was about to say something when Clarisse gave him a hard slap.

“If you forfeit, the forefeit is you have to tell everyone your little secret. Or does my father have to pay you a little visit?” Oh. Oh hell no. Oh hell no Cupid wasn’t going to be bothering Will.

“I’m not telling anyone anything,” Will said firmly, and the son of Eros laughed coldly.

“Then kiss di Angelo.”

“I already said, I don’t consent to-”

“Then should I tell everyone you’re a dirty little f-”

“You dare use that word,” Nico interrupted in a quiet warning tone, “you dare call him that word and I’ll fucking kill you. And if you dare force him to kiss anybody, I will personally see to it that you’ll find a rotting decapitated head in your bed tonight.”

“Holy shit,” Clarisse muttered, giving Nico an impressed glance.

“I’m merely having a little fun,” the son of Ares said, standing up. Nico was about to speak, but Will stood up too, fists balled at his side and face furiously pink.

“It’s not fun for me!”

“Oh boo-hoo(!)”

“You’re being a bully!” Will wasn’t going to back down, and Nico had seen what Eros was capable of. He wasn’t going to let Will go through that, so he stood, and he stood by Will’s side. He didn’t say anything- it wasn’t his battle to fight. But he wanted Will to know that he was on his side, always. The Ares camper from before stood by the son of Eros, and suddenly the situation felt dangerous. Nico was prepared to have his head kicked in to protect Will from the gay bashing he knew was about to come. Jason stood, joining Nico and Will, then Percy, Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Clarisse, Reyna, Hazel, Frank, Calypso, Grover, Austin, Kayla, Drew, Katie, Travis, Connor, Cecil, Lou-Ellen- and Nico felt empowered. He would not be afraid and hide in the shadows.

“Got a problem?” Nico asked, smirking.

“Perverts,” the son of Eros spat.

“You’re the one trying to force Will to kiss me without his consent, not me. You’re the pervert,” Nico pointed out.

“Now leave,” Will commanded, and the son of Eros and the son of Ares looked at the crowd of supporters, and walked away without a word. Nico laughed coldly, bitterly, because whether he liked it or not, the truth was probably out there now. Of course they all knew.

“What was that about,” Hazel asked, shaking her head, although her question was more in disbelief at the confrontation.

“I’m gay,” Nico announced emotionlessly, “deal with it.” There was stony silence for a while.

“So,” Leo began, and Nico prepared for a stupid joke, “any particular blondes?” Was he seriously asking this? Was he seriously asking if Nico had a crush after that confrontation? Nico checked his anger- Leo meant to break the ice and show his support, and Nico knew that. As much as it was terrible timing, and crossed his boundaries, Nico knew he hadn’t communicated his boundaries, and Leo clearly meant nothing but support. There was no malice, so Nico took a few calm, long breaths.

“I don’t feel like talking about it,” Nico replied, and Leo nodded, putting an arm around his shoulder.

“And you don’t have to man, but you don’t have to keep it all inside either.” Nico felt warmed by the gesture- Leo had put his arm around him, comfortably so, and it meant the world to Nico that he wasn’t going to be treated any differently than usual.

“Are you okay, Will,” Nico asked carefully, and Will nodded.

“Just a little shaken up.”

“Understandable,” Nico replied, “that was scary, huh?”

“I’d rather operate on a cardiac tamponade in a dirty lift with nothing but a capri-sun straw,” Will announced, huffing a soundless laugh and glowing softly, “but I’m grateful for all the support.”

“I’ve no idea what that means,” Percy interjected, “but I’m suddenly doubting your qualifications to run the infirmary, Will.”

“Oh, I have none,” Will replied with a laugh and an exaggerated smile.

“Are you a quack or a barber surgeon?” Nico quipped, and Drew snickered.

“Oh honey, he’s definitely a quack, he can’t cut hair for toffee.”

“That was one time,” Will huffed, pouting in jest.

“It was a bowl cut, sweetie,” Drew replied, and Nico snickered.

“You had a bowl cut?” Nico interrupted.

“It was a long time ago!” Will defended.

“It was last month,” Lou-Ellen laughed, “literally just before you met,” she clarified for Nico.

“Meanies,” Will pouted, “I looked cute.”

“If you say so,” Nico laughed, and Will hiccupped a light butterfly. Nico found himself fighting the skeletal butterflies resurrecting in his stomach in favour of a smile and a blush he couldn’t fight down. “Are we gonna tell ‘em?”

“Nah,” Will grinned impishly, “they can figure it out for themselves. For now, truth or dare now the trash got taken out?”

“Sure,” Nico smiled, looking back at his secret boyfriend.

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solariseclipse · 5 years

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So I did a thing,,

I used the prompt, “Just smile, I need you to smile.” but apparently I have a tendency for not always following writing prompts. oops. Hope you enjoy!

Ship: Solangelo

Nico wasn’t outside for two days. He didn’t show his shadowed face even once during meals, training, or free time (which was basically all they did at camp), and Will was concerned. Due to his lack of participation in almost any social activity ever, most people didn’t notice his being missing. But Will… Will noticed. Will was the most empathetic camper, as voted upon by the campers and Chiron, and he certainly noticed Nico’s lack of presence. As if all that weren’t enough, Nico had a tendency to constantly injure himself, so he was constantly in the infirmary, giving Will plenty of time to comprehend his feelings about the boy. He definitely had some… pretty strong feelings. Leaving dinner early, he timidly made his way to Cabin 13, where he could only assume Nico was isolating himself. As much as he cared about the son of Hades, he was a force to be reckoned with, and one wrong move could push him over the edge. Slowly, he recited what he would say in his head,

“Hey Nico, I know we’ve never met, but I could feel your presence missing today. Are you okay?”

No, he sounded like a stalker.

“Hey, Nico, are you okay? I know we’ve never really talked, but I’ve always watched you from afar, and I noticed you didn’t show up. Are you okay?”

He sounded even more like a stalker in that one.

“Hey Nico, I noticed you weren’t outside today or yesterday. Are you okay? Oh, and I’m Will from the infirmary. I’ve treated you a couple times.”

That would suffice. It’s not like he could come up with anything better within the next two minutes of his walk. Camp Half-Blood could hold a lot of demigods (try 200) but it wasn’t all that big, so getting around didn’t really take long.

At (not so) long last, Will arrived at the gloomy Hades cabin. Gently, he knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again, a little harder, and this time, spoke,

“Hey, Nico, are you okay? I know we’ve never really talked, but I treated you a couple times at the infirmary and didn’t see you today or yesterday, so I got a little concerned.”

Will patiently waited. He had nothing else to do today. At last, a quiet response came from the other end of the door.

“Go away.”

Nico was notorious for being stubborn, but Will wasn’t willing so lenient either.

“Nico, people here care about you. The longer you isolate yourself, the more people will come looking. Now, would you rather I gently ask you to talk to me, or five people not-so-gently demand you talk to them?”

Same response as before.

“Go away.”

Except it sounded more unsure this time.

“Nico. I’ve barely even ever talked to you and I noticed you're being missing. I give it a week before everyone comes knocking on these doors, which aren’t very sturdy if you’re determined. Plus, I’m a medic so I might know how to clinically treat you if something is clinically wrong.’

After a minute and a half (Will counted), there was a grumbling from inside the cabin, a series of locks becoming undone, and the slow turn of a doorknob. Slowly, a gap appeared big enough to fit a face, and sure enough, the son of Hades popped his head through, grabbed Will by the arm, and pulled him in, shutting the door behind him.

“Alright, you’re here. Now you can see the tear stains on my cheeks, the redness in my eyes, and the crumbled up bed sheets. What’re you going to do about it now?”

Nico nearly challenged. Will was known for being unable to back down from a challenge.

“Well, before I analyze any symptoms and possibly diagnose anything, we’re going to need a personal heart to heart discussion. Doesn’t have to be about this, though that would be helpful, just...tell me about you. Your life. I want to know more about you.”

Nico rolled his eyes, and Will could’ve sworn he muttered “stalker” under his breath. But that could’ve been anything.

“Nico..”

Will encouraged,

“Are you okay?”

At this, Nico broke down, completely. He took a seat next to Will on the bed, nearly missing, his eyesight blurred by tears welling up in his eyes, some already beginning to fall.

“I just-”

Nico began, though he was cut off by the sobs racking his body harder and harder with every sob.

“I just miss them...so, so, so much.”

Gently, Will coaxed,

“Who do you miss?”

“Hell, Will, who do I miss? The people who gave a flying fuck about me. My sister, Bianca, who died at the hands of Percy shitting Jackson, the guy I had a crush on, and then was utterly crushed by. My fucking mother who died before Bianca and I were old enough to read. I miss them because I don’t remember, since their deaths, anyone who’s really cared about me.”

Will looked down, ashamed. He didn’t realize this was so personal. Slowly, he reached his hands out to Nico’s, which were buried under the layers of blankets he’d taken out sometime over the past few days. Obliging, Nico took his hands out of the fabric, and Will took Nico’s small hands in his, caressing the inside of his palm. It was scientifically proven to calm 95% of people down.

“Nico, just because the people here aren’t blood relatives doesn’t mean we don’t care about you. Yes, you might’ve had a closer bond with your sister than you do with me, but you won’t find a bond like that if you don’t try. Nico, so many people here care about you. When your sister died, Percy was distraught for weeks about how she died and how he made you feel. That time wasn’t a good time for anyone.

“And we really care about you, just let us prove it to you. You could find a new family here.”

Nico looked down at their touching hands, and couldn’t stop himself from calming. Will, noticing Nico’s decrease in pulse (yes, he was holding Nico’s hand to calm him down, but he was also checking his pulse and body temperature), slowly unwrapped his hands from Nico’s and hovered them above the boy’s pale cheeks, hesitating, waiting for confirmation. Nico gave a small, but firm nod, and Will softly held Nico’s face in his hands. His face is so small.

“Nico..”

Nico didn’t look up.

“Nico, I need you to look at me.”

He still didn’t look at him.

“Nico.”

Will said firmer. At this, Nico allowed his chocolate eyes to meet sky blue ones.

“I need you to smile.”

Nico rolled his eyes.

“Nico, please, just smile.”

Nico gave a half-assed smile, like the ones you see in class pictures where everyone is uncomfortable, and Will couldn’t help but let out a laugh. A genuine laugh.

At this, Nico couldn’t help but laugh along. He couldn’t help it: Will’s laugh was probably more contagious than pink eye (why did he know that). At this, Will’s breath hitched in his throat. Nico’s laugh sounded like tinkling bells. Resuming laughing so as to clear any suspicion, Will couldn’t help but think to himself.

“I’m in for it. Shit.”

#solangelo #angst

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itsomgitsgreenblogging · 7 years

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Break My Heart: Chapter 6 (A Solangelo Fanfic)

And here we have part one of the final day in the infirmary, as well as the end of the first act of this fic. I’m actually really proud at how soon I managed to update this. I’m putting this down as a victory.

I hope you enjoy!

Read on Tumblr: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Read it all on AO3

Preview:

“Why do I need to bother with that?” Nico asked, obviously not interested, but continuing to drink his smoothie.

“I don’t know, do you ever want to grow?” Will asked him honestly. “I’m not the one who’s going to be responsible for stunting your growth at two inches.”

“I am not that short,” Nico said with a scowl.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you from all the way down there.”

Suddenly a pillow was smacked against his head and Will was sent sprawling on the ground.

“I never liked Annabeth…I…I liked Percy Jackson.”

Will liked to think that in general his ADHD wasn’t as bad as say, Antonio who had a hard time keeping still, or Violet who would talk your ear off in a million directions. However, his brain shut down and went into full impulse mode. He grabbed Nico’s hands and blurted out,

“You liked Percy Jackson? Me too! What was it? The green eyes? The curly hair—oh! Oh! It was the sexy intense bad-boy expression right?”

When Will finally actually looked at Nico, he was outwardly staring at Will, as if Will had just offered to take Nico unicycling over burning coals while singing God Save The Queen backwards and in Spanish while in matching tutus. Will’s face burst into heat as he let go of Nico’s hands and stared up at the ceiling, trying to collect himself and the shattered illusion that he wasn’t an absolute wreck of a demigod.

To Will’s shock, Nico stifled a chuckle. He tried to hide it for a few moments before bursting into gut wrenching laughter, laughing so hard that he was wiping tears from his eyes. It took him a few tries to collect himself, but by that point Will was smiling along with him.

“Sorry, sorry, that just really took me by surprise,” Nico admitted, his low voice still warbling with the remnants of his laughing fit, fanning his face which had taken a pink tinge. “If I had to answer though, it was because he is a hero. The first one I ever saw, and I thought he was the coolest person I had ever met in my whole life.”

“Percy Jackson is a pretty cool dude,” Will promised him seriously. “Decently crush worthy.”

“But...you know…I accepted it, and when I did that I kind of grew out of it, if that makes any sense. So there it is, my tragic first love story,” Nico said, seemingly resigned about what seemed to have been a great ordeal. Will didn’t know much about Nico’s actual Tragic BackstoryTM, but he had heard whispers. What Nico was saying had probably been harder than he was letting on, and Nico was brave for that. It made Will admire him more…in a very platonic way obviously.

“Was that what you were talking about with him?” Will asked as he rested his hands on his knees to keep from doing something stupid again.

“Well, I admitted after the battle what I basically just told you but…he wanted to talk. Mostly apologize for things.”

“For what?”

“Well, for example he tried to kill me a few times, or at least made a serious attempt once and then wanted to kill me a few other times,” Nico said with a very nonchalant shrug. Will stared at him, and then realized that though sometimes with Nico it was hard to tell, Nico definitely wasn’t joking.

“Wait, he seriously tried to kill you? And you still liked him?” Will asked as he squinted at Nico.

“He also thought that I had betrayed him at that point, but yeah. Choked me out and everything.”

“Nico, seriously, you still liked a guy who tried to kill you?”

“I’m working on the self-worth thing,” Nico half-whined, rubbing his temples, before looking at Will with seemingly saintly patience. “Listen, that doesn’t come over night. I’m not the main character of some shitty novel. We’re demigods and besides that we’re Big Three kids. Sometimes baser natures take over and we just react. I know that better than anyone. I know those aren’t great excuses, but that’s what happened. Percy apologized for that stuff and I forgave him, that simple. We’re going to try to work on being friends, and that will be nice for a change.”

“I’m not going to say I understand, but I trust your judgment on that,” Will said, feeling oddly defensive of Nico and the situation he had been put in. But he had also been friends with Percy for years, and knew it wasn’t his nature to just lash out either. The grey area Nico was describing probably really did exist, and Will would just have to trust that they had worked through it. “Still, I’m sorry you were put in that position. That must’ve sucked.”

“Yeah, it really did,” Nico admitted, and Will could tell that it was hard for Nico to explain how bad it must’ve been. “I never really wanted to…come to terms with my feelings. Gods, that was part of the reason I was always getting into these giant messes. But running doesn’t suit me, Jason and Reyna both helped to show me that, and…you seem so happy being out. At peace. To feel peace…I would like that. Talking with Percy today was my third real step.”

“Third?”

“First was telling Percy how I felt. The second was…” Nico stopped himself and looked away quickly. “Forget it.”

“Was it becoming friends with me?” Will asked teasingly, pointing at himself. When Nico didn’t respond Will felt a large smile break out across his face. “Aw, Death Boy, that’s so nice. I think I’m going to throw up kittens and rainbows.”

“Shut up,” Nico grumbled, still refusing to look at him. “You are out and friends with…with gay people. I just thought it would be a good idea to have an ally is all.”

“Well I’m happy,” Will promised him. “That’s a great honor that you’ve bestowed upon me. I’ll take it very seriously.”

“Gods you are such a weirdo,” Nico said, looking annoyed.

“But you are friends with this weirdo.”

“Nope. Nevermind. I’m not.”

“Sorry, you can’t just take back the friend check I’ve already cashed it in my friend bank and it’s nonrefundable,” Will said with a shrug and a sympathetic look. Nico just scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide his yawn. “Tired?”

“Yeah…I guess that conversation took more out of me then I thought,” Nico actually admitted which maintained Will’s smile.

“I’ll let you rest then,” Will said as he stood up. “And I’ll let you know when dinner’s coming.”

“Hey…Will?” Nico asked as he pulled up his covers. “Thanks for…not freaking out or anything.”

“No problem.”

The first thing that Will did as soon as he left the infirmary for that evening was to high-tail it to where Lou Ellen was standing by the edge of the campfire pit, wrap his arms around her, and scream into her shoulder while jumping with her up and down.

“Oh my Gods what is happening?! Who broke Will Solace?” Lou Ellen cried out as Cecil looked on at the outburst with amusement. Will let her go and tried to compose himself, but found it much more difficult than he had been expecting.

“I think I figured out my dream,” Will told them both before clarifying, “well, I can’t tell you what maybe I think it’s about because privacy issues but I think I figured it out.”

“Uh, wow, vague answer much,” Cecil noted, eyebrow raised at him.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just so relieved,” Will said as he stretched, letting his sweatshirt sleeves dip and pressing up on his tippy toes. He felt the evening air cool and sweet against his face, the scent of campfire and cut grass and deep woods a gentle and wonderful in his breath, and it was all wonderful. “I feel refreshed.”

And he ought to. He figured out what had been weighing on him for two whole days. Obviously what Nico had not wanted to do anymore was keep his sexuality a secret. Will was comforting him like a friend and Nico was ready to move on. Obviously. This was it. No more reason to push, no more reason to worry. Done. Finished. Will had figured it out. Will wasn’t going to fall in love and get his heart broken, nope, Will had taken on a role of dear friend and confidante. And if those thoughts sounded like he was just trying to fool himself, Will was just facing reality. Reality. Yep. Nothing else to see here.

“Not to rain on your parade but…there was kind of a situation,” Lou Ellen said regretfully, patting Will’s shoulder.

And that’s how Will ended up waiting outside the Aphrodite Cabin with two bags of makeup that had been responsible for the simultaneous makeovers of the dumb campers who had dared to steal them from the cabin; i.e. the Stolls, Alice and Julia, and Antonio. Will hadn’t needed to know that Aphrodite Cabin and Hecate Cabin had a collab on some hexes and makeup, nor wanted to see what that would create, so not he was not happy. Not a single bit. In fact it was safe to say his good mood was completely ruined.

This was especially the case when Drew walked up, obviously pissed but still making her tee shirt and jeans look fabulous. She glared at him darkly, as if he insulted her by just being in her presence. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, showing off her rings on her fingers and turned up her nose at him.

“Piper,” she muttered under her breath. “That little no good thieving—“

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Will interrupted, earning another seething glare. “I’m just as happy about this as you are, trust me. If I could, I would ignore the situation. But obviously that isn’t working for either of us. So how about we do this instead? Do you want to tell Piper why we don’t get along, or should I. Because if we don’t she’ll keep trying to make peace between us, and we both know you don’t want that.”

“Oh please, sweetie. I don’t care about my dirty laundry, not enough to give my meddling sister ammo to use against me,” Drew sighed softly and sweetly, her lips colored a bubblegum pink. Will gritted his teeth, knowing that she was attempting to goad him. Ammo? Him? Was that all he was to her?

“Fine, I’ll take responsibility since you are incapable of doing so. A running theme I’ve found,” Will snapped, trying to channel his most calm and composed self but finding it difficult. “Not caring about actual leadership, not helping your siblings in any meaningful way, not actually coming up with a good excuse for hurting me just blaming everything on an outdated hazing ritual—“

“What you saw was what you got, honey,” Drew said as she motioned to herself before crooning as if he was a child, “is Silly Willy still all sad because he got dumped.”

“Yes Drew. I was sad for a while, but I’m not sad anymore about anything but you. Forgive me for thinking that maybe, just maybe, that we had something worth a damn and for knowing that you are more than some Empousa with a better hairstylist like you like to make everyone think you are, but seeing that the image of the impenetrable Drew Tanaka is more important than anyone else will ever be,” Will just sighed tiredly, rubbing his eyes. “Your act didn’t work, no one followed your lead, and now you’re knocked down a few pegs and just looking for cheap shots. Honestly Drew, you just exhaust me. Take your makeup and let it rest.”

“Why? So you can go back to your boyfriend who you’ve got all holed up in the clinic?” Drew asked angrily, her perfectly plucked eyebrow twitching. He took satisfaction with the idea that he had needled her just a little.

Will felt his rarely there temper begin to boil over.

“Drew, seriously, you either drop this or prepare yourself. Choose your words wisely,” Will growled at her, feeling his battle honed instincts begging to be kicked in. Will wasn’t a fighter, not by nature, but he certainly wasn’t a push over. He had just about had enough of Drew’s bad attitude.

“Make me,” Drew challenged him, seemingly just as ready as he was.

“Apollo versus Aphrodite, next game of Capture the Flag. And you can tell Piper how she got herself into this mess when Clarisse la Rue and I kick your butts into next year,” Will announced to Drew and anyone within ear shot, his control cracking like ice on a warm day.

“I don’t know what’s happening but hell yeah!” shouted Mark Wilkinson, one of the Ares kids from across the green as he dragged a dozing Clovis from where he had fallen asleep. Clovis’ slumbering body knocked over a couple spears which sent the child of Ares swearing like a sailor. Will pressed his palm to his face.

“Shit Solace, I'm proud of you. Way to finally stand your ground, and what a way to cash that favor I owe you for Ellis. Ares cabin is with you all the way," Clarisse said as she grasped his arm before walking away with her posse of siblings following close behind, giving hoots and hollers to Aphrodite Cabin. Piper hadn’t looked up from where she was resting her head against the table the whole breakfast, and the rest of the cabin was looking pretty pissed at Drew who primly tore apart her toast as if she had no clue what was happening.

Will collapsed back on his seat heavily. This sucked, and Will wasn’t happy. He had every reason to be, but he wasn’t.

"You didn't follow your What Would Grandpa Vernon Do rule, did you?" Cecil asked him suspiciously from the seat across from Will. “That was impulsive, even for you.”

Will winced at that as he toyed with his beads. Will had grown up tucked away from most of the world with his Grandparents in a place called Abundance, Texas. It had been a wholesome normal upbringing by any stretch of the imagination, until he had almost died in a monster attack. The ruse was that his mother had wanted a stable life for him, away from fame and touring. And thought it was definitely a part of it, it was mostly because of the horrible things that lurked in big cities and the bad things that kept happening.

His grandfather was the town's patriarch. A stern, but caring man who had raised Will alongside his Grandma Florence. He could almost see his grandfather in his mind's eye, tapping his booted foot, crossing his arms over his pastor garb, narrowing his grey-blue eyes and drawling, "what in God's green earth do you think you solved with that little temper tantrum William Elijah?"

He missed him, and Will swallowed that tinge of homesickness as he considered mental Grandpa’s advice.

"That's the problem, as my pastor he would probably admonish me for giving in to my anger and not listening to my good sense. As my Papa, once, he almost stabbed a man with a spork when the guy said something disparaging about my mom. And when I mean almost, I mean it was in his hand and prepared to be plunged," Will explained as he mimed the action of Spork-Assaulting to Lou Ellen and Cecil before sighing. "Do you understand my problem? Papa sent me mixed messages."

“Will…” Lou Ellen said to him, tapping her black-painted nails against the picnic table, obviously trying to find a way to help but seeing nothing.

“Can I count on Hermes and Hecate? I know Piper’s going to recruit Jason and Percy, and she’s in talks with Athena Cabin. And I also know that Jake Mason owes Annabeth after she found those scrolls for him so I think Hephaestus is going to them too.”

“Don’t worry, bro, I’ll talk with the Stolls. But considering last night’s debacle, you got an ally with Hermes Cabin,” Cecil promised him and offered a fist bump.

“I don’t like the way Drew talks to you, I think some pig bombs are in her future,” Lou Ellen said with another fist bump, before returning to her table with a wave. Cecil turned around and relayed his news to his siblings who began happily discussing plans.

When Will finally got to the infirmary after dealing with his siblings, he felt like he had already been through a whole day. His favorite patient, i.e. his only patient, was sitting in bed reading. Will smiled at Nico, but quickly noted the shadows like rims under his eyes, filled to the brink with darkness.

“Didn’t sleep well?” Will asked him, thankful to focus on something that wasn’t himself. “Nightmares?”

Nico shrugged and closed his book, which seemed to be his answer. Will tried to read the title but it took a few moments for the words to come together into something he could actually understand.

“Tolkien, eh?” Will asked him. “Going with a brother of mine is always a good choice.”

“J.R.R. Tolkien was a son of Apollo?” Nico asked, seemingly startled by that revelation.

“Is it that surprising that a man that obsessed with poetry and language could be a son of Apollo?” Will pointed out to him as he took his hand, feeling out with his powers for Nico’s state. “Unlike our father, some of us have to be half way decent at it. So? What do you think? Like it so far?”

“I think I do, a lot of the names and words keep making it difficult,” Nico admitted before huffing, sounding very frustrated. “My dyslexia isn’t usually so bad.”

“You are also sleep deprived,” Will pointed out to him. Thankfully the darkness hadn’t built back up in his system, though he wasn’t about to talk to Nico’s ear off about the absorption qualities of magic muck. He checked Nico’s wounds and saw that the steady doses of ambrosia and nectar had healed up his outward injuries, with a day of rest and food, Will might even able to confidently discharge Nico the next morning. “Good, besides the sleepiness. I had the nymphs fix you up something for breakfast.”

Will offered the bottle of smoothie he had kept in the fridge. Nico took an experimental sip before finding it palatable enough that he didn’t try to kill him.

“What’s in this thing? Besides strawberries.”

“Well besides our camp-grown strawberries, it has quick oats, banana, yogurt, milk, and honey in it. It’s a good recipe and has everything you need for the most important meal of the day in drinkable form,” Will pointed out as he sipped his own smoothie. “I figured smoothie breakfasts would be a good way to go for a while, I’ll print out the action plan I made for you, but basically the gist is to get you to gain healthy weight in a way that won’t make you want to kill someone. Three meals a day, and post work out snacks since I know that as soon as you get out of here you are probably going to be hitting the training fields. I’m sure it’ll feel a bit like bootcamp, but as soon as you are in a healthy weight zone it’ll just be about maintenance.”

“Why do I need to bother with that?” Nico asked, obviously not interested, but continuing to drink his smoothie.

“I don’t know, do you ever want to grow?” Will asked him honestly. “I’m not the one who’s going to be responsible for stunting your growth at two inches.”

“I am not that short,” Nico said with a scowl.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you from all the way down there.”

Suddenly a pillow was smacked against his head and Will was sent sprawling on the ground. Will leveled a halfhearted glare at Nico, who sat as proudly as any king upon his throne, looking at Will from over his sharp nose as if he were a mere peasant who had dared to insult his royal person. Will just shook his head with a smile before pulling himself up on his feet.

“Oh, hello,” a voice greeted. “Am I interrupting something?”

Will looked over to see Jason Grace standing in the hallway, carrying a backpack. Good looking guy, though, not Will’s type at all. Maybe it was the blonde-blue-eyes thing, since Will couldn’t really ever see himself flirting with a dude who could be his cousin (not that they weren’t related as all Greek and Roman demigods were technically somehow related but not physically and genetically…it was all rather confusing and everyone just chose to ignore it for their own good). It might have also been that, though Will knew that Jason had loosened up quite a bit since he had first been introduced at CHB, he was still a rather serious and honorable guy, both perfectly fine qualities but Will had always preferred boys who knew how to cut loose and joke.

Like Nico di Angelo? His brain unhelpfully supplied.

Shut up, you. We’ve solved this. Don’t do that.

“Nothing important,” Nico told him, cool and composed.

“How is he doing, Will?” Jason asked, intently scanning Nico’s face as if searching him for illness and disease and injury.

“I’m right here, Jason,” Nico said crossly before Will could answer the question.

“And I trust Will, who is not only a counselor but also the head healer of the camp to give it to me straight. Unlike you, since I actually know what you are like,” Jason pointed out to Nico’s chagrin, who slumped back in his bed with a pout.

“Damn Romans and their regard for authority,” Nico muttered under his breath. “You are just as bad as Reyna.”

“Nico’s actually doing much better,” Will said holding his hands out and waving Nico down. That seemingly defused the other’s annoyance. “His infections are gone and the darkness isn’t going to make him disappear if he isn’t stupid about it. Like I was just explaining to Nico, we’re mostly going to be focusing on maintaining health and gaining weight once I release him.”

“If you could give me the plan too, I would be really grateful. Just so I can make sure this one stays on track,” Jason said with a jerk of his head towards where Nico was sitting, blowing bubbles into his smoothie, obviously ignoring the two of them. “It’s important to keep Nico honest, otherwise he’ll just avoid.”

“You see Will, everyone lies, but people only get up in your business about it if you are a child of Hades. That’s what I learned,” Nico told Will bitterly. “Double standards, all of them.”

“I didn’t come to argue, just know I care,” Jason said seemingly giving up for the moment, before turning to Will as he sat down on Nico’s bed. Nico made a show of glaring and looking like he was about to hiss at him, but there wasn’t much actual heat in it. “Talking about arguing, I heard about what happened with Drew, Will. Can’t say I’m not sympathetic. Just wanted to let you know that before our team wins at Capture the Flag next week.”

“Capture the Flag?” Nico asked, his interest piqued. Will groaned, his nightmare still seemingly unfolding no matter where he went.

“If you were really so righteous you would join my team. They already have Percy and Annabeth. Why do they get you too?”

“Boyfriend duty,” Jason said and Will made a face. Nico was still obviously confused, and Will decided for the sake of everyone it was just easier for him to get it straight from the horse’s mouth.

“Basically me and Drew got into it last night. The challenge was put forth,” Will explained the less gruesome version to Nico.

“I can’t believe you used to go out with her,” Jason said with a shudder, shattering Will’s hopes of keeping it less gruesome. Nico blinked, obviously absorbing the information slowly.

Will looked at Jason Grace for a moment. Somewhat hurt, somewhat surprised that a guy so powerful and with so much prestige could be so utterly clueless. Then again, considering Jason’s infamous love triangle situation, Will figured that love wasn’t Jason’s strong suit. It wasn’t Will’s either, but still. Any guy who was dumb enough to get himself into a love triangle and then stay in it for a while because he was indecisive wouldn’t get it.

“I went out with Drew because at the time I liked Drew. Even if our relationship is over and Drew is difficult I was always true to myself,” Will told him sternly and completely unamused, donning his head counselor tone. “I know everyone would like me to be happy about this, but I’m really not since I basically fell right into what Drew wanted. I’m going to work things out with her somehow, either on or off the Capture the Flag game, but in the meantime, I don’t appreciate the implications of what you just said. You owe me an apology. Now.”

Jason was staring at him with outward shock like Will had just slapped him in the face with a dead fish. Will realized that Phoebe was right, he did the authority of a praetor when it came to Romans. If only he could shock his siblings into silence too. Nico’s mouth twisted into a savage sharp grin that cut wide and wild across his face and sent pleasant shivers down Will’s spine.

“Jason, you might want to apologize. Not only does Will historically have no fear when it comes to Big Three Kids, but he’ll also be the one stitching up your team after we kick your sorry butts,” Nico di Angelo announced, propping his feet on Jason’s lap, looking like a cat who had gotten the cream. “Will’s my ally, so I’m going to be his.”

“Singing Sirens, di Angelo is on our team! Yes!” Austin cried, and Emma, Violet, and Antonio who were peaking in from down the hall began jumping up in down and slapping high fives. Someone began blasting DJ Khalid from the front, and Chiron’s voice echoed as he tried to reprimand over the music.

“I really walked myself into that one, didn’t I?” Jason said, looking legitimately sorry and with a small nervous grin. “I’m really sorry, Will. Seriously. When Piper decides to skin me, will you consider healing me?”

“I’ll even do it free of charge and with a complimentary lollipop,” Will said with a smile of his own. Nico reached over to pat Jason’s shoulder and Jason accepted it like a good sport. Maybe this wasn’t going to be all bad, Will thought to himself. Just maybe.

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Kiss, camp necklace, armour

Kiss

New Year's eve was finally upon them. The mistletoe was still decorating the dining pavilion, the stolls and the hecate cabin were working hard to make the most awkward kisses possible happen. Nico hoped he didn't get caught under it. They'd probably make him kiss a guy, and knowing Nico's bad luck, it would be Jason or Percy, or worse, his crush, Will.

He was so focused on his resentment that he didn't notice the mistletoe above Will's head when he approached him. He didn't notice Will getting redder and redder and flushed. He didn't notice the crowd. Until he did. And he looked at Will. And he looked up. He was terrified. He was gay, about to kiss his straight crush, who would hate him, then camp would hate him. He'd been meaning to come out, but not like this. Then again, he wouldn't have to explain that he was gay. But he was also a very shy gay who was convinced that he would die of embarrassment and rejection if he kissed his crush.

He cast his head down. He wanted to kiss Will, of course he did, he'd thought about it. But he didn't want to kiss Will because Will wouldn't consent to a kiss with Nico. Nico felt humiliated. He was sure that he was being too suspicious-

Will's hand was tilting Nico's chin up and Nico was on fire. He probably looked like he was waiting to be stabbed. To make matters worse, the countdown to new years had begun. Will was leaning closer. Why was he leaning closer? He was straight. He'd dated a girl. Why would he be leaning close to a boy? "Can I- uh- can I kiss you?"

"Um."

"I uh- I'd like to kiss you. If- if you'd like? If you swing that way? I mean uh- it's cool if you don't, but uh- would you- would you like a kiss?"

NO! Nico's logic and anxiety yelled.

YES! Yelled his heart.

Will was cupping his cheek, and his palm was so so warm and Nico's knees so weak. Nico gave the smallest of nods, tilting his head slightly, and Will brushed their lips together. Fuck, it was electric, and Nico twitched and whimpered. His eyes closed, eyebrows knitting together. Fuck. Nico was in Elysium. It ended too soon, and Nico chased his lips, whimpering softly. He dared to open his eyes, terrified that Will would realise that Nico was into kissing dudes, that he was gay, that the kiss did things for him.

Will met his gaze and leaned in again. Surely not? Surely he wasn't-

Warm lips were on Nico's, a hand nervously resting on his waist, and Will was- was he into this too? Nico indulged and kissed back, waiting for Will to say it was gross, that he was dared to, but Will matched Nico's pace and fuck, Nico was dying like this. Nico couldn't believe his luck. He nervously placed a hand on Will's waist, bringing the other up to tangle in his hair. Gods, his curls were so soft, and Nico was doing it, he was kissing and boy. He was making out with a boy at a party in front of everybody and it felt pretty fucking great. What a start to the new year, snogging the face off a man, a man that he fancied.

Camp necklace

Nico was blushing hard as Will clasped the necklace closed at the back of Nico's neck. Will's hands tickled a little, and then he felt a soft kiss on the back of his neck. He shivered and sighed, toes curling at the rush of adrenaline until Will's lips pulled away, and Nico let his hair fall back down. "Nico, have I just found a sensitive spot?"

"What? No." Another kiss to the back of his neck, and gods, Nico was melting and gasping. "Solace-" Nico bit his lip, cutting himself off. It felt like Will was trying to leave a hickey, mouthing at his sensitive spot.

"Does that feel good?" Will asked.

No, Nico meant to say. "Mhmmmm," Nico said instead, and Will continued his assault on Nico's neck. Gods, Nico was jelly.

"You like that?"

"Will…" Will playfully licked the spot, so Nico pulled away. "Too far," Nico said awkwardly, suddenly very interested in the floor.

"Oh… sorry… didn't you like it?"

"I- uh-" There was no non-awkward answer to this. He couldn't lie and say that he didn't like it, because he definitely did. He just felt as though the intense feelings it gave him could lead to feelings he wasn't ready to explore yet, especially not being so young, too young. He felt like this was the right place to set a boundary. "Too much too soon."

"O- oh. Right. I uh… anyway! How'd you like your camp necklace!"

"It's perfect, Will," Nico replied. "I uh- thanks, Solace."

Armour

(Trans Will headcanon)

Will refused to put a shirt on. Ever. Now his top surgery scars had healed, there was no getting a shirt on him at all. Nico was convinced that he'd freeze his nipples off. Nico hoped he'd wear his gift. Will had always volunteered to be medic for capture the flag, because actually participating would mean he'd have to take his binder on, and his armour would have to accommodate for his chest. The time Chiron had made Will participate, it had ended in tears. It wasn't because Will didn't want to participate, because he really did. He hated always being on the sidelines. Nico hoped his gift would allow Will to finally feel comfortable participating. The new breastplate was nice and flat and crafted from imperial gold.

Will was sitting in the infirmary when Nico found him, topless of course. "Will, you got a minute? Or a shirt maybe?"

"I'm never wearing a shirt again."

"Will. Will it's winter and I'm pretty sure it's unhygienic to be getting your armpit sweat all over hospital equipment."

"But Nico. Nico you don't understand. I have spent years of summers swearing in layers whilst all the guys around me could just whip off their shirts and not get arrested for it. The nipples are free now, and the chest is flat, so the nipples are never going back in!"

"Okay, okay, point taken," Nico conceded. Will ran his hand over his chest, smiling and the glowing. "But I think you might reconsider when you see what I made you."

"Okay…?" Nico reached into the shadows, pulling out the armour. Will glowed brightly, grinning from ear to ear.

"Wanna come and play capture the flag?"

"I'm gonna kick your scrawny little ass, di Angelo."

"Bet," Nico grinned, disappearing into the shadows.

@solangeloweek bonus 3 fics for the advent calendar challenge to see in the new year with 100 completed fics for me!!!

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Break My Heart: Chapter 1 (A Solangelo Fanfiction)

Imagine you take your average “Three Days in the Infirmary” fic, and then add a twist. This would be your fic! And the twist is a prophetic dream that throws Will Solace into turmoil.

I hope you all enjoy!

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Preview:

“Okay, but in all seriousness. What are you going to do?” Cecil asked him, resting his chin on his hands. “Not all of us get dreams to give us forewarnings about the treacherous nature of the dating waters, so how will you use your newly acquired powers?”

“Well, since starting anything with Nico di Angelo obviously isn’t going to go anywhere, and I had no idea why, I…I guess I’m just not going to go for it. If I tried it would be a self-fulfilling prophecy,” Will said as he waved off Cecil. “I mean, how hard could not falling for one boy be?”

It was a dream.

A caveat being that it wasn’t just a dream. Demigods, as Will Solace had learned early on, don’t just have casual viewing experiences. Especially if the demigod in question was a child of Apollo, who was indeed the god in charge of prophecy despite all of Apollo’s notoriously bad decision making. That didn’t mean that Will couldn’t have your run-of-the-mill weird trippy nonsensical dreams, or other dreams that tended to be inappropriate for young impressionable demigods. But that did mean that Will had to be able to tell the difference between the two, and the difference was always this: in regular dreams the scenery would be foggy, whereas the prophetic dreams were sharp, colorful, and loud.

And that was what this dream was; it was vivid, it was real, it was prophetic…it was about Nico di Angelo?

They were sitting together at the end of the dock, the autumn breeze crisp and clean as it flitted from the lake carrying with it the scent mist and strawberry. The sky was almost blindingly bright and blue, while the trees were just tinged with just a blush of color. Will turned to the boy next to him, noting his leather jacket and feeling a thrill that nearly set his heart on fire. The Will who was a part of this dream welcomed it, while he succumbed to his confusion.

“Will…I…” Nico was saying to him, looking up at him with eyes wide and…was that a blush staining his cheeks? And he looked healthier than any time that Will could ever remember Nico di Angelo being, his cheeks filled out, the dark bruises under his eyes only shading them, his hair pulled back in a little ponytail, and his skin had color to it versus the warmed-over-corpse white shade he had been on Half Blood Hill during the battle.

And Will was holding his hand (how had he not noticed that was beyond him, but somehow it felt natural, so natural), and Nico’s fingers were curled with his own instead judo-flipping him and killing him with a well-placed strike. On that note, why were his own nails painted?

“Am I…is this…alright?” Will’s mouth moved and asked, and Will could feel his own cheeks heat up in return. He was just wearing a flannel and jeans but he felt entirely too warm, as if he would explode from nerves. Nico didn’t move, something guarded in his expression, before he met Will’s gaze evenly. It was intense and dark, and Will could feel his stomach twist up in a hundred knots.

“Hey Will?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think we should do this anymore.”

Will woke up with a start, his heart racing in his chest. He felt like the rug had been pulled out from underneath him, he felt the sickening feeling in his stomach as if he had just missed a step on the stairs and his foot had fallen through the air, he felt the recoiling blow of rejection like a slap to the face. The dream was there, and he replayed it in his mind again and again as his heart rate fell, trying to parcel out some sense from it but finding nothing.

“What in the name of the Gods?” Will asked himself, before looking around his mostly empty cabin. Thankfully the younger kids were still asleep, not disturbed by his sudden outburst. Kayla and Austin were probably still in the infirmary with Roman children of Apollo who had accompanied the legion to Camp Half Blood. And it was still before dawn, probably too early for him to be getting up. But if Will was good at one thing, it was avoiding his own problems by helping to solve other people’s. And this dream was something he definitely wanted to avoid before being more awake to deal with it (or possibly never).

And so Will crossed the camp in the dark after throwing on some fresh clothes and a sweatshirt, and walked into the infirmary. Phoebe looked up from the desk at him in confusion. She was the leader of the Roman medics, and had been nice enough once they had gotten past the initial awkwardness. That awkwardness being attributed to an unfortunate relative of both of them named Octavian, and though Phoebe had definitely not been a fan of the guy, there was also the principle of the matter. Will supposed they both had inherited Apollo’s protective nature in the end, and death wasn’t easy for either of them. So they had mostly agreed to focus on their work, and leave everything else to fall as it would.

“You are here early,” Phoebe observed stately, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Anyone I can help?” Will asked, sitting himself up on the desk and looking through a chart. With his general level of sleep deprivation and dyslexia, he barely made any progress before the words began shifting on the page.

“You know that you should be sleeping, you need the rest,” Phoebe pointed out to him, running a hand through her hair.

“I had a weird dream is all, I’m not going to be falling back asleep anytime soon,” Will dismissed her, shoving the dream as far back as he could in his head for the moment.

“Well, if you must, check out Alicia’s leg, you know, the child of Mercury. She was awake and groaning about it earlier, but I also have a feeling she was trying to pickpocket Kayla and she isn’t awake enough to ward off attacks,” Phoebe told him with a huff, standing up to go to the coffee pot and pour him a cup with a splash of cream and sugar. She handed it to him, and Will smiled back gratefully before going to do just that.

Alicia’s leg was in good condition and healing well, and Will managed to avoid any wandering fingers. Ellis Wakefield’s broken ribs were on the mend, and Will knew that because Ellis could hiss out insults after being poked and prodded with minimal gasping. Lacey from Aphrodite was sleeping soundly and the cut on her forehead was looking fine, while Nyssa from Hephaestus’ fingers were looking much less swollen. And Suzuka Yamato, a Mars legacy, reported her head was feeling better by communicating with both him and Ellis Wakefield in a series of expletives in Japanese, Latin, and English.

He continued to do the rounds, scooting his tired siblings who had done the nightshift out of the infirmary to get some rest, and tugged at his sweatshirt’s sleeve absently. The sensation reminded him of what he was working so hard to avoid, and eventually he had to say something to someone.

“Hey, Phoebe, has Nico di Angelo come in at all?” Will asked Phoebe, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, as he returned to the desk with the excuse of making a fresh cup of coffee.

“You mean the son of Hades?” Phoebe asked, her eyebrows drawn. “I haven’t seen him. Why? Should I have?”

“Well…I told him to report to the infirmary for three days,” Will excused quickly. “I guess this means I have to go get him.”

“Well, I would rather you not die. I will talk to Chiron about it,” Phoebe said with a sniff. “I’m sure he’ll corral him and have a conversation about the importance of healing wounds.”

“Nico wouldn’t—“

Phoebe’s look was enough to get Will to do the smart thing and shut up. And maybe she had a point. After all, Nico had apparently been the one who would break up with him, so maybe the guy secretly hated him and would try to fight him if he approached. But that still didn’t mean that he should let Nico be injured, the more rational part of Will’s brain pointed out, and if they had at least had a thing or would have a thing then maybe Nico also liked him somewhat. (And Will had to admit, after the birthing and just running into the field of battle, he had been hopped up on adrenalin and had probably been more forceful then he had needed to be, and he had been previously hoping the days in the infirmary would give him a chance to apologize.) But the whole thing didn’t make any sense to begin with, Will tried to reason back. Everyone knew that Nico had had a crush on Annabeth Chase. Maybe Nico was bi? Maybe Will would have just been the unfortunate rebound. Or maybe Will had been making the moves on him and was about to be rejected—

Will’s head hurt, and he desperately needed council. So Will went to sit next to Cecil who was nursing a pulled tendon and a sprained ankle. He poked his very good friend awake, and like a true friend Cecil blinked awake, groaned, and then immediately turned over.

“Bro…no…just no…” Cecil groaned dramatically, trying to dig himself back under the covers like a bear attempting to return to hibernation. Will wasn’t having it.

“Cecil, please, I need to talk to someone I think I’m going crazy,” Will told him as he pulled off the covers, Cecil sat up to snatch them back and Will let them go.

“Yeah you have to be pretty freaking mental to be up so early, and making me be up so early!” Cecil snapped back, before seemingly giving in and laying back down. “Alright, alright, I’m awake. What do you need?”

“I had a dream, but it wasn’t just a dream it was a prophetic dream,” Will tried to explain before realizing that had not been an explanation and groaning.

“Okay? And? You get those sometimes right?”

“Well yeah…but this one was different…it…” Will trailed off before shifting uncomfortably. Cecil did not look amused by Will’s fidgeting and rolled his eyes as he reached over to swipe Will’s coffee.

“Alright Will, seriously spit it out—“

“Nico di Angelo was breaking up with me,” Will blurted out.

Cecil immediately choked and coughed out the liquid, and after getting through the worst of his coughing fit, Cecil stared at Will with something akin to disbelief as he set Will’s coffee back on the side table.

“You’re joking, that’s supposed to be funny right,” Cecil said as he wiped his face with his arm, and when seeing the suffering look on Will’s face he broke out into a grin, “wait you aren’t joking? Seriously? Damn Solace you’ve got so much game you see it ending before it even starts.”

“Okay seriously I’m having a moment so I would appreciate some concern,” Will groaned as he let his head fall into his hands. “You can at least pretend to be my actual friend.”

“Why would I do that when this is so much more fun,” Cecil noted before humming as he laid back against the pillows, “that’s crazy though, seriously.”

“I know, you’re telling me!” Will said as spun on his chair absently.

“And you are sure it was a prophecy, and not just some weird lucid dream?” Cecil asked seriously, a brow quirking in his favor. Will dismissed it with a glum shake of his head.

“Yeah, I can tell the difference. It was prophetic, very prophetic, with the sense of impending doom and everything,” Will explained nervously as he continued to spin, until he got dizzy and settled with nervously tapping his foot to the frantic rhythm of his panic instead.

“Well tell me what happened,” Cecil said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

And so he did, recounting the plot of dream, every little detail he remembered, and the state that he woke up in. Cecil hummed and nodded along, only interjecting once or twice for clarification. At the end, they both sat quietly for a moment, the infirmary coming to life as Roman demigods did their rounds. Cecil finally broke the silence,

“We’re pretty sure that Nico was breaking up with you. Or at least rejecting you. And the way you describe the dream…well…it sounds like it took place a few months from now. It had to at least be September or October-ish.”

“So what should I do?”

“Well, I don’t know. Do you like Nico di Angelo?” Cecil asked curiously without judgment.

“I…he’s cool, and heroic, and he’s pretty attractive. You saw him in the battle, and I do want to help him. But I don’t know, it’s hard to like like a person I don’t know. And I don’t really know him,” Will said in return with a noncommittal shrug.

“Apparently, you are going to get to know him pretty well,” Cecil pointed out and he flipped to laying on his stomach. “Well enough that you are going to start dating, or at least making moves on him.”

“Don’t be a douche,” Will told him with a sigh.

“Infamous last words,” Cecil noted as he lay back down completely. “Don’t worry there are way more fish in the sea.”

“What am I? Percy Jackson? I—at least get your leg elevated,” Will muttered as he pulled pillows from the side and helped Cecil get readjusted with a small piece of ambrosia, not bothering to address the implications of Cecil’s previous comment.

Will left Cecil’s bedside soon after that and Phoebe immediately looked towards him.

“Chiron’s going to bring Nico di Angelo in later,” Phoebe reported without any preface. “He said he was going to have words with him, so, let’s hope for the best.

“Alright,” Will said before putting on his best smile, which felt oddly placed. “Better get to work then.”

#Solangelo #Solangelo fanfiction #Will Solace #Nico di Angelo

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