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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 10 months

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Little League

Little league

Percy wasn’t a big fan of early mornings. Especially on Saturdays when he wanted to do nothing all day. But having kids changes a lot of things in your life. Including your routine and your much needed sleep on weekends.

That was the reason behind him braiding his daughter’s hair at 7 am. “Come on, daddy. We’ll be late.” Zoe complained.

“We have an hour ahead of us. You have nothing to worry about.”

“But we have a game today.”

“They won’t start without you.” He smiled as he liked that his daughter was old enough to be passionate about her hobbies. “You’re ready.”

Zoe stared herself at the mirror. “Thank you, daddy.”

“I’ll go make pancakes.” Percy said as he took Zoe’s bag with him downstairs.

Charlie was in the living room, watching television and drinking a smoothie. “Hey, bub. What do you want on your pancakes?”

Charlie turned to face him. “Chocolate chips and maple syrup.”

“Coming right up.” Percy let down Zoe’s bag and took the batter he had already prepared and started making pancakes. Did they have enough time? No. Would they make it on time? To be announced. 5 minutes later everyone was eating pancakes and they managed to get out of the house on time.

Percy was sitting in the stands wishing he had brought an extra coffee with him. Annabeth was rocking Lana who was sleeping in her stroller, away from the other parents. Charlie and Theo were sitting on the grass close to her, looking very bored. Percy tried to focus on the game, but the lack of caffeine was making it impossible for him. Magically, a coffee appeared next to him. Well, Nico gave him the coffee as he sat next to him. “I love you.”

“I am not your wife, Percy.” Nico said as he drank some of his coffee.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you.” Percy joked.

“Fuck off.”

“There are little kids here.” Percy gasped. He knew that Nico was still bad at censoring himself even after 3 kids, something that Percy liked to take advantage of.

“And all of them are asleep.” Nico ran his hand through his hair and put on his aviators.

“Thanks for the coffee.”

“We should convince the coach to move everything an hour later. I can’t function this early.”

“I totally agree. It’s enough that I have to wake up early on weekdays, I am not doing it on weekends as well.” Percy complained. “And we have Charlie’s games on Sundays.”

“Still interested in hockey?”

“Crazy about it. Although, Annabeth is making him a Bruins fan which I am not a big fan of. Like there are excellent teams in New York. Like the Rangers.”

“I prefer the Devils.” Nico added. “Or the Islanders.”

“Not you as well. I need someone to agree with me. Will! Come here.” Percy said to Will who was a few steps bellow them. He climbed up and sat next to his husband. Soon Rachel came as well holding Jasmine. “Rach? What are you doing here?”

“Bianca wanted me to come, so here I am.”

“What’s the best NHL team?”

“Penguins or Bruins.” Will stated.

“What did I expect from a Harvard graduate? Rach?”

“Rangers.” Rachel replied like it was the only right answer. Which was in Percy’s mind.

“Thank you. One sane person around here.” Percy exclaimed.

The next 6 minutes were relatively quiet until a girl from the other team pushed a girl from their team. “Penalty! That’s unacceptable.” Will shouted making Nico sink lower in his seat.

Will was way too passionate in Percy’s opinions. Especially if you considered that they were watching 6-year-old girls play soccer. But it was fun to watch him. And even more amusing watching Nico telling him to be quieter. “Will, for God’s sake. It’s Little League, not NFL.”

“Technically, this is soccer not football.” Will snickered.

“Only in America.” Nico noted.

“The player should be disqualified.” He argued. Percy wished he had popcorn with him.

“The player is a 4-year-old.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s illegal behaviour.”

“Like I haven’t seen the moves you were teaching Bianca.” Nico accused him. Rachel pulled a packet cookies from her bag and gave some to Percy as they were both interested to where their bickering would end up.

“That’s different.”

“How is that different?”

“It’s self-defence.”

“She isn’t allowed to touch the other players.” Nico said.

“How about both of you calm down?” Rachel proposed to her friends. Jasmine grasped their attention as she started pointing towards Bianca. “Yes, Jas. That’s Bee. Wave at your sis.” Rachel told to the stinky cute baby sitting on her. Jasmine started waving until she grabbed Bianca’s attention who waved back at her. Percy remembered his own baby and decided to go check on Annabeth.

He got off the stands and went to the grass area. “She’s still asleep?” He asked as he put his chin on Annabeth’s shoulder.

“Yes, she doesn’t do well with early mornings.”

“Go watch the game. I’ll watch her and the boys.” Percy kissed her cheek as he let her go.

“You’re the best.”

“I’ve been told before.” Percy smirked.

“By who?”

“My wife.”

Annabeth winked as she started walking away. “Your wife sounds like a keeper.”

“Oh she is. I am never letting her go.” Percy promised.

He turned his attention to the three boys sitting on the lawn, a few feet away from him. Theo was listening carefully while Ryder was talking enthusiastically about something that Percy couldn’t understand. Theo looked actually interested with what Ryder was saying which seemed a bit unusual as Theo dismissed 99% of the people that talked to him. I guess he liked that Ryder wasn’t pressing him to talk him like most kids their age did.

Then, Percy turned his attention to Charlie who was sprawled on the lawn playing on Annabeth’s iPad. “Bub? You’re good?”

“I am bored.” Charlie said as he closed the iPad. “Why should I come every week?”

“To support your sister. She comes to your games.” Percy said.

“If she doesn’t want to come, I won’t mind. Like they are obviously the better team. And they don’t even keep score.” Charlie argued.

“If they don’t keep score then how do you know that they are better?” He questioned his son who looked at him with the most ‘seriously now?’ Annabeth Chase expression in existence.

“I just know. And they aren’t even allowed to touch the other players. Where is the fun to that?”

“Not everyone likes Hockey, bub.”

“And they are wrong.”

“Don’t you like that we eat out after the game?”

“I guess the food is fine.” Charlie thought to himself. “And when I play for the Bruins I will want Zoe to come and see me play.”

Percy had heard Charlie say that he wanted to play hockey when he was older. He knew that it was one of the most common answers a kid gave to these questions, but Percy liked his enthusiasm about the sport. Bobby was fuelling to his son’s ambitions as he kept mentioning over and over again that his kid was NHL material. To which Annabeth reminded him that he was 6.

“Bruins? Not the Rangers?”

“No, the Bruins. They’re a better team, dad.”

“You’re killing your old man. I hope you know it.” Percy joked.

“You aren’t that old.” Charlie replied. “And if they give me a million dollars I’ll play for the Rangers.”

“I’ll give you a million to play for the Rangers.”

“Deal. But I am not supporting them. I’m just going to play for them.”

“Enough for me, bub.” Then he turned his attention to Lana who was finally awake. When she realised she was noticed she immediately started reaching for him. Percy took her out of the stroller and on him. “Look at Zoe. How well she is playing.” He said to the little girl who was scanning her surroundings.

“Can I hold her?” Charlie asked as he put the iPad in Lana’s diaper bag.

“Yes, but you have to be careful.”

“No running or jumping.” He stated as Percy lowered Lana to his son’s arms. Lana squealed in delight as she realised Charlie was holding her. She loved her older brother, which reminded Percy to snap another picture of his kids.

“Dad, no more pictures.” Charlie replied annoyedly. “You have a gazillion pictures of us.”

“And I want a gazillion and one pictures of you. When you’re older you’re going to be glad that I was taking pictures of you.”

“They’re done.” Charlie said as he saw Annabeth and Zoe walking towards them.

“Excellent game, Zo.” Percy said as Zoe ran up to him. “You’re a talent. Show stopping.”

“Thanks, daddy.” Zoe smiled. “Can we go eat now? I’m hungry.”

“Absolutely.” Percy said as he motioned Theo and Ryder to come with them. A few moments later, Will, Nico, Rachel, Bianca and Jasmine came as well. “Are we ready to go?”

“Definitely.”

#hoo #pjo #percy jackson #percabeth #pjo next gen #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #percabeth babies #percabeth family #charlie jackson #nico di angelo one shot #will solace #solangelo

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sionnaach · 1 month

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“The universe is trying to fuck with me, and I refuse to engage!”

Woe, Russian Doll Solangelo au be upon ye ft near breaking point med student Will and nihilistic tattoo artist Nico

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo #riordanverse #don’t have the dedication to write a 50k ish word fic so #this is what you’re getting #maybe some one shots #but if anyone wants to hear anything else Pls let me know I thrive off of attention

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mydearlybeloathed · 7 months

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𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: growing worried about the degree of your nail biting habit, nico ignores the advice of his boyfriend and takes matters into his own hands.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nico di angelo x platonic!gn!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:: 1.7k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: a curse word i think, nail biting

Agitated was the only word to express how Nico Di Angelo felt, watching as you picked at the hangnail currently torturing you. The two of you were sitting in a mythos lesson at Camp Halfblood, but neither of you were listening.

While you were focused on getting rid of this hangnail—biting off half your nail in the process—Nico gritted his teeth as he observed the horrible nervous habit of yours. Finally, he had enough, and swiped your wrist away from your face.

His glare was firmly planted on your face. “Stop. You could get an infection that way.” He retreated into his seat beside you, slouching over. “Plus, its gotta hurt like a devil.”

You shrugged in reply as you tucked your hands in your hoodie pocket to keep them away from your mouth. “Eh. It does. Can’t help it though.”

“I know,” your best friend said through a sigh, a tiny grin sipping across his pale face.

“Besides, I won’t actually get an infection from biting my nails, Nico.”

His brows rose just slightly. “How do you know?”

“Because,” you snapped back, messing with your nails in the confines of your pocket now, waiting for when Nico was gone to finish evening them out. “That’s stupid.”

He scoffed and looked away. “Go ask Will, and he’ll tell you it’s not.”

“He’s biased.”

“How?”

It only took one look, one raise of your brows, and the boy’s pale face was flushed as he shoved your shoulder. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you laugh, and the discussion was over. For now, at least. If anything, you’d only made Nico even more determined to prove you wrong.

He understood, of course. You really couldn’t help it. But he wanted to help you, at the very least, and if that meant scaring you into kicking the habit, so be it.

“Could you talk to them about it?” he asked—begged—Will. He was practically chasing his boyfriend around the infirmary, ranting about his deep rooted worry for their mutual friend.

Will was being patient, or, he was really trying to be, but with the previous day’s Capture the Flag game gone awry, and every bed in the infirmary holding a whining little shit camper, Nico was really testing him.

“Nico,” Will finally said, leading him into the supply room and away from the gossiping ears of those around. “I’ll talk to them, but I think you should too.”

“I have been–”

“I mean talk to them and listen too.” Will silenced Nico with a look, pursing his lips as he chose the right words. “Have another conversation about it, okay?”

Nico wanted to ask again, but anytime he brought it up, you just shut down and found an excuse to leave. Weeks went by, and Nico’s worry got the better of him. He decided to take matters into his own hands, much to the exhaustion of Will.

Coming out of the shadows, Nico entered into the throne room of Hades. The place was dim, torches alighting the walls just enough for him to make out the pillars and, most importantly, the three thorns at the end of the ling chamber.

Each throne was empty, but someone was there. He felt them, their presence, somewhere nearby. Scanning the area, Nico zeroed in on the archway leading out to the palace gardens, where all the beloved plants of the Queen were grown. Bingo.

Nico slinked outside, setting eyes on a pallidly beautiful woman tending to a patch of black roses. Her back was to him, but instantly, she rose from her knees and turned, her gaze burning into him with a malice.

Nico halted a few feet from her, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets and his hair falling into his face. “Hey.”

Persephone looked down her nose at him. “Bastard son.” A subtle smile settled on her face. “About time you came home.”

He shrugged. “Haven’t had time, you know? Anyway, is Dad around?”

With a light scoff the Queen of the Underworld twirled her hand, sending black roots to wrap around Nico’s ankles. “No time for your stepmother? Typical. I give you and that nice Apollo boy gifts every birthday, and this is the thanks I get?”

Nico chuckled as he shook the roots off and said, “Sorry, I just have something really important I need from him.”

“Fine,” Persephone snapped. “Hades!”

A moment later Nico’s father stepped out of the shadows, frustration seeping off of him. He gritted out, “Yes, my love?”

Persephone pointed to Nico, who waved weakly when his father’s eyes found him. “Oh. Hello, boy. What do you need?”

Nico looked out of the garden, and in the distance he could see the Fields of Asphodel. “How many people have died from biting their nails?”

“Honestly,” said Hades as he and his son approached the fields, shades parting for them as they went. “To think I can just tell you off the top of my head is ridiculous. Do you have any idea how many have died?”

Nico gave him a look. “Are you going to tell me?”

“No, because it’s impossible,” snapped Hades. “You can have your look around. Surely someone fits your description.”

Nico raised his brows. “No way I’m doing this alone. You see how big this place is?”

Sighing, Hades gave his son a withered look, before bellowed, “Come forth those who have died of... What was it?”

“Nail biting.”

Hades paused, questioned his immortal life choices, and continued, “Those who have died of nail biting!”

To Nico’s surprise, around thirty shades stepped forward. Hades stuck around for the time being, having the shades stand in single file as Nico interviewed them one by one.

By the time Hades grew bored and his departure inspired the scattering of the shades, Nico had what he needed, and promptly dragged a ghost to the Overworld.

“Brooklynn,” he called for you, walking into the Big House where you’d been filing papers for Chiron--for a price, of course. This wasn’t free labour.

You smiled at him. “Sup.”

Nico was nervous about something, you noticed quickly, abandoning your work for a moment to see why he was fidgeting with the end of his jacket. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” he assured. “I just had something to show you.”

As you stood there waiting, Nico called out for someone, but instead of entering through the door, they just materialized out of thin air. Startled, you simply looked from the shade to your best friend. “Who’s this?”

“Oh,” Nico blanked. “I never asked.”

“I–I’m Jim, Your Highness” said the terrified shade.

Nico nodded. “Right, this is Jim.”

Confused beyond all else, you screwed your brows together and just stared at him. “Nico, what is this?”

“An intervention,” he put simply, turning on the shade with shary eyes. “Jim, tell Y/N why you’re dead.”

“Nico!” you seethed.

The shade—Jim—shook his head hurriedly. “No, it’s no trouble, Your Highness. I–well, I–I died of a heart attack.”

Impatient, Nico waved him on. “Caused by…”

“Oh, uhm, it was septicemia.” At my puzzled look, Jim elaborated. “A blood infection.”

Nico still wasn’t satisfied, rolling his eyes and urging, “And how’d you get it, Jim?”

The gloomy shade glanced down at his hands, holding them up and saying, “Well, I had a nervous habit. Bit my nails down to the nub every day. I guess I caught something ‘cause of the constant open wounds.”

Now it all made sense. With your eyes locked on the shade, you became conscious that you were picking at a hangnail on your thumb as you stood there, peeling away skin and opening a fresh cut. “Oh.”

“See,” said Nico cheerfully, trying to clap Jim on the back, but his hand only passed through the shade. “Told you. You can die from biting your nails.”

The longer you said nothing, and the longer you stared into space, the more uncomfortable Nico got. He glanced over and locked eyes with Jim, who offered a shrug in reply. Nico sighed. “You’re dismissed.”

And the shade faded as quickly as he’d arrived, leaving only Nico and you. He rocked on his heels, watching you carefully. “Y/N?”

As his hand reache dout to poke you back to life, you swatted him away and did just that, but you weren’t as grateful as Nico had hoped you’d be. Instead, your eyes were narrowed and your fists were tight at your sides. “Nico, what the fuck?”

“I–” he stammered. “I thought this would help. Motivation to stop…”

“It didn’t,” you snapped, voice cracking. Nico’s breath hitched; your eyes were red and your chin shook. What had he done wrong?

“I… I don’t get it.”

You held up your hand, littered in Bluey bandaids fresh from Will’s kit. “I can’t stop, Nico. I’ve tried.”

Try harder, he thought, but didn’t say. “I–I’m sorry. I thought I was helping.”

“Helping would be leaving me alone,” you said slowly, swallowing thickly.

Now, Nico wasn’t great at this comfort thing, but he knew one thing for certain: leaving was mostly never the right call. Will had taught him that. Talk to them and listen too. “Y/N, I really am sorry.”

Your eyes didn’t meet his, shame crawling up your neck as you hid your hands in your hoodie pockets. “Yeah, I know. I know. Just… leave it, okay?”

“Okay…”

He didn’t bring it up again. He was always too scared of hurting you to do that. Instead, he listened, and watched for when your fingers were particularly more wounded than usual.

Nico made sure there was always a fun box of bandaids in your cabin, and he knew the Paw Patrol and Strawberry Shortcake ones were your favorite. You were never out of neosporin, and new shades of nail polish showed up on your nightstand every once in a while.

And though you never said anything about it, you were grateful, and you liked how he smiled when you painted your nails and got them to grow out a bit before it chipped away and the cycle restarted.

Occasionally, a joke about a man named Jim will come up, first by you of course, and Nico could only stand locking eyes with you for two seconds before he keeled over laughing. No one else understands, and neither of you care to explain.

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #x platonic!reader #nico di angelo x platonic!reader #gn reader #will solace #solangelo #percy jackson oneshot #percy jackson and the olympians #rick riordan #nico x reader #nico x platonic!reader #nico di angelo one shots #nico di angelo pjo

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sunflowersolace · 11 months

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“solangelo are a golden retriever and a black cat” WRONG they are an orange cat and a possum

#next person to call will a golden retriever is getting shot #nico calls him a cat in BoO #and his antics in tsats make him a stupid ass orange one #solangelo #tsats #the sun and the star #nico di angelo #will solace

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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yeah sex is cool but have you ever thought about how we're gonna see nico- nico di angelo. the man himself. the son of hades. the ghost king and the heir of the underworld, make big power moves on screen like raising an army of skeletons from the earth, close ups to him twisting his skull ring, angrily yelling at percy, showing up in a carriot w hades and persephone and more

#god im about to puke #we're gonna see nico raising fucking skeletons on screen i'll cry #yelling at percy IS one of his power moves btw #i actually hope the directors/producers have some creative freedom in how they gonna portray nico's powers #i want COOL SHOTS of him #for example: (close up to his face deadly serious brow furrowed and chin slightly low so gaze's looking up) 'i am the ghost king'#or smthing like that *close up to his foot dramatically stomping on the floor* and then the earth shooks and 10 skeletons appear around him #everyone is shockkk #and i'll be like GO BABY #nico di angelo #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #pjo/hoo #rick riordan #disney plus #walker scobell #solangelo

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2nd2ndalto · 10 months

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I have a headcanon that all the demigod kids routinely end up in each others beds/cabins at night, because nightmares and trauma and whatnot. So I wrote this smol fic.

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There Is Rest and There's You

The first time Nico sees Annabeth leaving the Poseidon cabin at an ungodly early hour (having been dragged from his warm bed by Leo and Jason for an ungodly early errand), he flushes, quickly looking away. Because it's obvious, even to him, that she’d spent the night. But Annabeth merely sleepily raises a hand in greeting and continues on her way back to her own cabin.

Jason, maybe noticing Nico’s discomfort, simply shrugs. “Musical cabins,” he explains. “Happens a lot.”

Leo nods in agreement. “Yep. I had some really wicked nightmares last week, three nights running. I ended up on Jason’s floor. Would have been in the bed, but Piper got there first,” he adds, disgruntled.

Huh, Nico thinks. Musical cabins. That's a little weird.

After that, he pays more attention. It’s not unusual, as it turns out, to find the Apollo cabin overstuffed with various campers early in the morning, rivalling even the occupancy of the Hermes cabin. Sometimes it’s couples tucked in together, but more often it’s friends, siblings. Seeking comfort, and sleep.

It's six months into Nico's stay at Camp when he begins forgetting to lock the door to Cabin Thirteen. He nearly runs Harley through with his sword the first night he finds the younger boy fast asleep in his cabin. But after that, it quickly becomes routine to wake to the quiet comfort of someone else’s soft snoring across the darkened room. Most often it's Will, brushing a warm hand over Nico's forehead before settling into the other bed, but sometimes it's Harley, and several times Leo, complaining that Jason’s bed was already full.

It’s a little weird, but surprisingly nice. Nico begins leaving his door unlocked most of the time.

On a night late in February, the nightmares are worse than usual. Nico wakes in a cold sweat, heart pounding, tears welling behind his eyelids. He does what he usually does - dresses quickly, and walks. There’s something meditative about the rhythm of his boots on the ground and the sharp, cold air on his skin that usually settles him.

But the thing is, it’s really cold. And after only about half an hour he finds himself standing in the central green, torn. He can't feel his toes, but he can’t quite stomach the thought of returning to his own empty cabin, either.

His frozen feet lead him up the stairs to Cabin Seven. And gods, it’s warm inside.

There’s a soft rustle of blankets from Will’s bunk.

“Nico?” Will’s voice is soft and scratchy. “What’s wrong?”

The taller boy is out of bed and across the cabin in a heartbeat, reaching for Nico’s hand. Scanning him, Nico knows, blue eyes wide with worry.

Nico shakes his head. “I’m fine. Just - couldn’t sleep,” he murmurs, and the concern on Will’s face fades to sympathy.

“The bunk above mine is empty,” he says simply.

And that’s that. Nico climbs up, snuggles in. Will’s messy blond bedhead pops over the edge of the bunk, his smile fond. He squeezes Nico’s arm. “Sleep tight.” And then he disappears.

Nico worries it might be awkward, in the daylight. It’s anything but. The Apollo cabin is a riot of sound and motion in the morning. Austin flings a stuffed turtle at Nico's head. Nico's foot is hanging off the edge of the bunk, and Kayla tickles it, cackling when he squeaks.

“Breakfast time, sleepyhead,” she chirps.

“Sleep well?” Will asks as Nico climbs back down.

And the thing is, he really did.

Time passes. The nightmares wax and wane, but they get easier, mostly.

Until one night in July. It’s almost a year to the day since he came to stay at Camp - Nico thinks, later, maybe that’s why the nightmares hit particularly hard. He wakes shaking, gasping for air, convinced he’s fading again, permanently this time. It scares him so much more than it did when it was actually happening. He shoves his hands against the wood of his headboard, hard, positive they’re going to slip right through. They don’t, but he can't shake the panic.

Nico’s up and out the door in the space of a breath, no hesitation as he makes a beeline, barefoot, for Cabin Seven. The air is cool for July, the full moon shining bright above.

He can feel his panic ease the second he closes the door behind him, soothed by a quiet symphony of soft breathing.

But the bunk above Will’s is occupied tonight, and as Nico's eyes adjust, he realizes all the others are, too.

“Nico?” Will’s voice is a whisper. “Nightmare?” He sits up, silhouetted in moonlight.

“Yeah.” Nico steps closer. “Looks like you’re all full in here, though. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He turns to leave, but Will grabs his arm. “I’ll come with you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine. You go back to sleep.”

Will gazes at him in the dark, fingers still wrapped around Nico’s wrist. “Or you could stay. Here.”

“There’s no room, though.”

“I have room,” Will whispers.

Nico blinks at Will’s bunk, then back at Will, his stomach attempting to leap into his throat. Will’s eyes are wide, nervous.

“I... um -” Nico begins. He can feel his face heating at the thought of it.

“Gods, di Angelo, just stop talking and get into his bed. Literally no one cares,” Kayla grumbles from the next bunk over. There appears to be at least one Demeter kid in her bed. Maybe two.

Will’s fighting a grin now and he shrugs. Nico shrugs back, then… climbs into the bed. Will scoots over to make room, pulling the blankets over them both. And gods it’s warm, and it smells like Will, and when nothing else calms him, that always does.

Nico lets his eyes close. Then -

“Do - do I feel like I’m fading?” he asks in a whisper, echoes of the nightmare flashing behind his closed eyelids.

Will gazes at him. Then he reaches for Nico’s hand.

“No,” Will whispers. Someone clears their throat nearby and Will grimaces, yanking the blankets over their heads.

“Did something happen?” he asks, his breath brushing Nico’s face.

“No, just - nightmare."

Will nods in understanding. “No. You’re good,” he smiles. He goes to pull the blankets back down, then seems to reconsider.

“That’s um… that’s usually why I end up in your cabin. At night.” he admits, quiet. “Sometimes... I just need to make sure that you’re still solid.”

Nico stomach flip-flops. "Oh."

Will shrugs, sheepish. He pulls the blankets back down, settling on his side. "Here," he says, reaching for Nico's hand again. "Then neither of us has to worry." He tangles their fingers together, reaching out to lay his other hand on Nico's arm, tethering him.

Will's soft smile in the dark is dazzling, and his hands are warm, and Nico worries his own answering smile might just light up the entire cabin.

When he wakes hours later to the familiar sounds of chaos, his head tucked against Will's shoulder, Will's face buried in his hair, well. He thinks maybe this musical cabins thing isn't so bad after all.

Notes

This is a short one! I tried to challenge myself to write something coherent in 1000 words or less. I almost managed it.

It is also my personal headcanon that Harley kind of attaches himself to Nico & sees him as a big brother. This comes up in something else I'm working on as well.

I would love to hear your related headcanons! Snuggly demigods! Sleeping in heaps like puppies!

Jason may not come up much in my fics but please rest assured he is Always Alive.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #one-shot #prompt fic #my writing #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo #rated g #fluff #other characters appear briefly #minor valgrace maybe?

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midnight-pluto · 5 months

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Hi! <3 could you please write a mutual pining only one bed fic for a gn!reader and Nico di Angelo

MOVE OVER — nico di a.

TROPES: mutual pining, only one bed, fluff, crack-ish

UNIVERSE: riordanverse

PAIRING(S): nico di angelo x gn!reader

WARNING(S): mentions of injuries, takes place after the giant war, i slipped incorrect quote in here for funsies, also because im slightly high

A/N: mattresses don’t count as beds

THE INFIRMARY WAS bound to be filled to the brim after todays events. Even with the help of the Roman Apollo kids, it was still practically double the amount of kids injured making them bring out mattresses for all of them to be taken care of.

You were one of the many kids to get hurt during the battle, a gash on your thigh along with minor cuts and scrapes was bound to get you landed there. It was unfortunate that you ended up on the mattress on the ground but you understood.

There were others in deeper trouble.

Something you were glad that happened is that your mattress was the one closest to the window with only one bed next to you, and on that bed is someone you’d like to call you’re friend. However, you’re unsure if he would dub you the same.

Nico di Angelo — son of Hades. From what you understood, he had known of the existence of both the Greeks and Romans, yet chose to not let them know of each other. That was one of the many things you admired about him.

The way he always manages to show up in just enough time and helps turn the tide in his favor, or the way he was able to bare the fact that he was treated as an outcast just for his parent and not make the rumors true. He was someone who you truly respected.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Totally.

Nico was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was instructed by Will to sleep but couldn’t find it in himself to close his eyes for more than two minutes. He kept on glancing towards your figure laying soundlessly on the mattress on the ground.

You were one of the only ones to still smile at him whenever he passed by after the Titan War glory wore off. You were one of the only ones to not actively avoid him. One of the ones that didn’t send weary glances in his direction. You were someone who he truly respected.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Totally.

As the hour’s drifted past with nothing but murmurs and grunts filling the room Nico had drifted off to sleep along with it.

However, when he slept you awoke. Flashbacks from the past events and wars coming to haunt your dreams. Looking up only to see Nico’s back, only then do you make your move.

AS NICO BLINKED himself awake, he felt another presence in the bed. His hair was being played with was all he knew of, but it wasn’t a feeling he was opposed to. Tempted to relax once again, he fought off the urge and turned to face the other side of the bed for his eyes to only widen in surprise.

“Morning,” you smile, moving your hand away from his hair, “How’d you sleep last night?”

“What the hell,” Nico whisper shouted as to not alarm some of the sleeping patients, “What’re you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor.”

“I had a nightmare.”

“And you deciding sleeping on my bed was a solution to that problem,” he deadpanned, sitting up to face you and the pillow resting on your lap.

“Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this weird power dynamic vibe from me sleeping in the ground and you sleeping up there,” you say, pointing to mattress on the floor and patting the sheets of the bed.

“Ah yes! How high and mighty I am up on my not even twin XL,” he deadpans, observing his and the rest of the beds in the infirmary.

“That is not what I meant—“

“Silence in the presence of your king,” Nico dramatically turned away with his eyes closed, leaning on one hand while the other was holding up its index finger as if to shush you, “Who sleeps at a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground!”

Sighing with an amused smile on your face, not getting to see this side of him all that often, “Listen, I am not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up into your bed and I’m sure you did too.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“You know what, I wanna know,” you lean your back against the headboard, “How’d you sleep last night?”

Sighing, he answers, “That was the best I’ve slept in a while.”

Gasping, you whisper, “The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed!”

“I did not consent to this—“

“But my liege our love is forbidden,” you joke, laughing softly at his flushed ears and deadpan expression.

A/N: did I want to add more detail? yes. would it be just slightly out of place? yes

#rin’s 200 follower event [🧸]#rin’s shots 🤎#pjo x you #pjo x reader #pjo fanfic #pjo fluff #only one bed #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #nico x reader

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remma-demma · 4 months

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The Last Olympian + Hades 2

They’re going to commit grandpatricide

#nico di Angelo #zagreus #hades #hades 2 #pjo #Percy Jackson #the last Olympian #Percy Jackson and the olympians #chronos #i think we’re gonna have to kill this guy #can’t talk no jutsu your way outta this one zagreus #I know I did that super popular karzag art but this made me realize again that zag is literally troll colored #I know nico doesn’t have his white streak at this point but ITS CUTE #ghostly ~#canonical reason for the big three no children pact was hi- gets shot #Rem art #my post #I memed

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losergender · 9 days

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but i'm scared of getting sick . . . solangelo , sick fic , solangelo , established relationship , fluff

🖇 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55377616

Summary:

“Kayla, tell Chiron to order one of each vaccine discovered after the 40s, will you?”

“One of each!?” He heard Kayla shout confused.

“I reckon we are gonna need them if we don’t want the whole camp to catch eradicated shit. We have a patient from the 30s, remember?”

It wasn’t as loud, so Nico couldn’t make the words up as well, but Kayla said something that sounded slightly like “oh, Gods” and had a bit of “how did we miss that?,” as well as some cussing into it.

“I’m fixing to leave to his cabin!” Will shouted in the direction of the door, having moved to put on some gloves and a mask. “He’s got measles.”

Or. . . When Nico gets sick and Will looks after him.

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nicoooooooooooooooooo · 3 months

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#my me #my writing #valdangelo #leo valdez #nico di angelo #pjo hoo toa #im deciding still if its going to be a long one shot or if i want it to be multichap #if its multi chap i can post the first chapter in the next few hours

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incrediblysleepdeprived · 9 months

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Solangelo headcannon idea I have

Just thought of a cool headcanon (prob not original but who cares) so….

Will writes Nico little “docters notes” that basically say that for “medical” reasons Nico can do stuff that he probably shouldn’t like Will would write him a docters note saying that for “medical reasons” Nico is aloud to leave camp at any point to get McDonald’s as long as he is with someone

#Docters orders #pjo #nico di angelo #solangelo #will solace #riordanverse #Nico x will #headcannon #This would make a really cool one shot (let me know if it already is)

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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 2 years

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home

A character study on Will Solace's life. Also Solangelo babies and A LOT of Shakespeare references. Listened to All Too Well (10 minutes) (Taylor's Version) while writing this.

The first home Will Solace had ever known was the one he was born in. His mum tried to be the best version of herself. But she was a kid herself, only 19. But he was lucky. He grew up in a literal mansion that his grandparents owned. Acres and acres of land in which he ran every morning.

His grandfather didn’t really like him which was okay as he was his grandma’s favourite. Inez Solace would never turn her back on her 19-year-old daughter and her son. Well, she had blocked his mother out of her view as she wasn’t the perfect daughter she wished she had. For her, Will was her chance to make a decent heir to her inheritance. Naomi didn’t care. She just wanted a house for her son to grow up in. Even if that meant that she had to deal with her suffocating parents.

Will knew that he was different from an incredibly young age. He didn’t like doing things normal kids his age enjoyed or staying in one place. But he was willing to do everything to please his grandparents. In that way, he thought that he could make Naomi not go on tour again and stay with him. He needed her. There was also Will’s favourite topic of discussion. His father. The dreaded topic his entire family enjoyed avoiding more than anything. His mum only gave him vague answers. He was sure that his grandparents knew even less than him. He could see it in their eyes. But it was fine. It always was.

Be good for us.

Be kind for us.

Be obedient for us.

Be a good student for us.

Learn three languages for us.

Go to Medical School for us.

Make us proud.

Despite the few holes in his family relationships, everything was all right. He spent the first seven years of his life, laughing, running and getting treated like a prince. He had everything he ever wished for. His grandparents made sure of it.

But everything changed when he was seven. Naomi was afraid that someone or something, sooner or later would come after Will. She wanted to protect him with her life. Even if that meant sending him to a camp outside New York for children like him.

The second home he discovered was Cabin 7 and his rowdy older siblings. Especially Lee Fletcher. The outspoken Shakespeare-loving brother carved “The sun with one eye vieweth all the world” outside their cabin. His older brother who made sure to include him in everything. To let him know that even when everyone turns their back on him, there’s always Lee. When the sun shines there is always Lee.

The cold dinners on marble dining tables turned into bustling warm and sunny meals. With people who liked hanging out with him not because his grandparents forced them to be with him. Not because they wanted to get some of his glory. They loved Will like their family. He was their family.

But he watched his second home set ablaze in the span of two summers. He managed to lose everyone he had loved. He managed to be on his own, losing a part of his self. Not knowing how to feel about being on his own for the very first time in his life.

Will’s third home was the one he built from the ground up. The one that took most of his energy but ended up being the one who stayed with him for the rest of his life. Nico di Angelo never made it easy for him. And he wouldn’t want it to be. If he could go back in time, he wouldn’t change a single thing.

They were both in pain and in need of each other’s company. Will knew that dating Nico would take a lot of effort and energy from him. He knew that their timing was terrible. Nico had severe PTSD and acute clinical depression. And Will? Well, let's say he had problems of his own. Watching people dying in front of you leaves you with the trauma you can just shove under the carpet.

They weren't the couple every high school sitcom was talking about. They were dysfunctional but in their own unique way. They could talk to each other and ease their pain, even a little bit. He knew that sometimes Nico would try to shut him out or push him away to 'save' him from the monster he thought he was. But Will never budged. He loved him too much to let him go.

But gaining Nico’s trust and love made everything different for Will. He would sneak into his cabin right before curfew and stay with him the whole night. In the same bed that was too small to fit them both. Legs intertwined, his head on Nico’s shoulder and their fingers brushing. He wouldn’t change that feeling for the world. Late night talks, stargazing, sleepless nights enjoying each other’s company.

Will only fell in love once in his life. He didn’t need anyone else. He never thought that he would be in a meaningful relationship with anyone. He knew how awful families could be and he didn’t want to force anyone into a toxic situation. He hated being on the sidelines during family dinners. He hated the tension that only grew between his mother and grandmother. And he hated knowing how it felt not being able to talk to anyone in your family.

He also didn’t consider himself worthy of love. Being the ‘different’ one in his family was never easy. Especially when a person in your family doesn’t accept the people you love. Will never thought that his family would have a problem with his sexuality. Naomi didn’t even bat an eye before hugging him and his grandmother would never admit how much she hated it. She would just bite her tongue and move on. But his grandfather voiced his opinion on his ‘sins’ on several occasions. It didn’t matter to him. He loved Nico and nobody could change that. Or take it away from him. And his family knew that.

Go to Harvard for us.

Finish first in your class.

Do your residency in a top hospital.

Will kept doing things his family wanted. At least he was lucky enough that the path he wanted to make for himself was the one his grandparents wanted. But he hated being the golden child. He wished he could retaliate and do something completely different. But Nico knew that if he threw Medicine out of his life, he would lose a piece of himself. And his grandparents didn’t deserve the risk.

Will came home from his 30 hours shift. He hated being away from Nico for so long. He wanted to wake up next to him every morning and be with him all day. He loved his company and the way he felt around him. It was this numbing sensation of being next to the person you love. Like a complete bliss.

He unlocked the door to their apartment and entered inside. He left his shoes in the entrance and scanned the room. Books scattered around every surface of the living room, deem lighting, and everything in its place. He made his way to their room where he found his boyfriend reading a book. Will climbed in bed next to him and rested his head on his chest. Nico pretty much unbothered by his boyfriend’s presence resumes reading the book he was holding. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind.”

“Romeo and Juliet?” Will asked not moving from his spot.

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream. You’re losing your touch, Solace.” Nico replied looking softly at his side.

“Maybe you should read Shakespeare more often then.” He suggested.

“Maybe I should.” He smirked in return. Nico closed the book and placed it on his nightstand. He turned to Will and kissed him. “I missed you. A lot.”

“I missed you too.”

“How much longer will it be like this?” He asked him.

“I finish residency next year.”

“I didn’t mean residency.” Nico clears his throat. “I meant you and me. Like this.”

“This is for life,” Will whispered.

“Good. Because you can’t get rid of me.” He declared smiling. He kissed Will once again, starved for his touch. I kiss thee with a most constant heart.

Home is not a place or a building. For Will home is the people he surrounds himself with. The people who loved him and took care of him. Home it’s the people you let in and the memories you never forget. The ones that become so familiar that are a part of yourself.

Will wouldn’t change his life. Despite the exhaustion and the pain. There is always the sun. The warmth and the catharsis.

“Who could refrain, That had a heart to love and in that heart, courage to make love known?”

Will heard Nico saying in a hushed voice. He had just managed to put their 6-month-old daughter and 3-year-old son to sleep for the night. He made his way across the hall. He tried to open the door as quietly as he could. Despite his best efforts, his 5-year-old turned to his side with her big blue eyes staring at him. Nico was sitting on the floor next to her bed with a book in hand.

“You’re reading Shakespeare?” He asked Bianca as he kneeled on the floor next to his husband. He also noticed Albus, Bianca’s beagle was under her bed as usual. The small dog ran to him, wanting his attention.

6 months after she was born, Will and Nico decided that they were sick of the traditional fairy tales. That lead them to read Bianca stories like The Iliad, Lord of the rings, Shakespeare and other Classics. Did they regret it? Never.

“No, I’m reading King Lear.” She replied like it was common sense. Like she was proud of outsmarting her dad. God, this was his home.

“Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.” Will said.

It was by far his favourite Shakespeare quote. The first time he heard it, Lee was delivering a dramatic monologue in their cabin. It was his first night as a claimed camper. With those lines, Lee wanted to make Will welcome to their family. That was what it was. A family motto. One that stayed with him for the rest of his life. He just remembered the memory all too well. Michael laughing next to him and whistling as Lee finished reciting holding a toothbrush. How it reminded him of innocence! Beckendorf, Silena, Castor, and Pollux overhearing them from outside. Everything was so fragile and glistening. Nothing could change the way he felt that day. Listening to that phrase for the first time. And everyone repeating it as soon as Lee was finished.

“That’s ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream,’ right?” She turned to Nico.

“Yes, darling,” Nico said too proud for her. He turned to him. “I see you finally read your material.”

“Just caught up with it. Let’s not forget that I was the one who introduced you to Shakespeare.” He declared.

“Can you say it again? Please?” Bianca asked him.

“Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.’ Do you know what it means?”

“No.” She replied waiting for an answer.

“It’s an act of bravery. It’s the promise of a family. If you roar and make yourself loud, you’ll continue to grow. It’s the same with a family. When you call us, we’re a pack. Nobody gets left behind.” Will told her with Nico looking at his side. He tucked Bianca into her bed and kissed her on the forehead. “Now sleep, or there won’t be any more Shakespeare.”

“No!” She giggled. “I don’t want to sleep.”

Will and Nico got up. “I’ll sell your toys,” Nico warned her as he closed the lights. “Goodnight, princess.”

That was his home.

#will solace headcanon #solangelo #percy jackson headcannons #solangelo fanfic #percy jackson #hoo #pjo #pjo next gen #will solace fanfic #will solace #nico di angelo one shot #solangelo children #solangelo headcanon #bianca solace di angelo

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hazellvsq · 8 months

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hazel & thanatos : nico & cupid scene comparison

both of these scenes are about identity and truth at odds with innate self-preservation. both gods reference each other and acknowledge their similarities. cupid references hazel, and thanatos even references nico (didn't include that scene but hazel asks thanatos if he knows where nico is). jason and frank both also face obstacles through these gods, but the true tests are for nico and hazel. the point of both scenes is to demand that both characters face their greatest fears, and force hazel and nico to be honest about why they have come so far on their respective journeys, and admit what is is that they truly want. also, thanatos is fairly passive and hazel experiences more visceral attraction to him than she does to her series love interests, whereas nico's confession is very blunt and unromantic, and cupid is very violent, causing physical and emotional agony and further blurring the domains of the two gods.

#other difference between this scenes is that a reader could be gay and/or in unrequited love but can not have been dead before #thanatos was also very much a test for frank too but it doesn't foil cupid at all whereas hazel's interaction with him does #also i'm not surprised hazel and thanatos never became a ship because this fandom pays hazel dust and also you don't really #learn anything new about hazel in this scene (although it is one of her most insane moments)#but i'm actually very surprised nico and cupid never got shipped. like this is one of the most talked-about scenes from this series #he shot nico with an arrow. he's the god of love. he has an infamous mythological romance. you'd think somebody would've hopped on that #just statistically speaking with the amount of nico fic out there #hazel levesque #nico di angelo #cupid pjo #thanatos pjo

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hyacjnthus · 2 years

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cliché but cute

#it’s a one shot by unsureavenger on wattpad #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #hazel levesque #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo

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2nd2ndalto · 1 year

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I Love the Way You Come to Me

Written for @writers-choice prompt "kink in neck". Title is from the Blue Rodeo song Head Over Heels.

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Nico turns from where he’s been unsuccessfully matching freshly laundered socks to the sound of his cabin door opening. His boyfriend collapses onto the bed nearest the door.

“Hey Solace. What’s up?”

“I have a crick. In my neck,” Will announces in the same tone you might expect someone to disclose a terminal diagnosis.

“A what?” Nico drops a sock and swears under his breath.

“A crick. You know. A kink.” Will repeats.

Nico raises an eyebrow, grinning. “A kink. Tell me more.”

Will scowls at him.

Will looks… kind of awful, actually. His eyes are puffy and tired and Nico’s pretty sure he hasn’t even attempted to comb his hair. He’s got a hot water bottle pressed to his shoulder and some kind of fuzzy pink pillow around his neck. When he shifts himself on the bed, he does it very gingerly.

“So why aren’t you in the infirmary?” Nico asks, shoving the rest of the clean socks into his drawer unmatched and attempting to force the drawer closed. It bounces back at him.

There’s a pause and then, “It doesn’t matter,” Will says, averting his eyes.

“It doesn’t… what the fuck, Solace. What’s going on? Why are you acting weird?”

Nico gives the dresser drawer one last shove before giving it up as a bad job. He takes a tentative step towards his boyfriend. He’s helped Will out in the infirmary quite a bit over the past four years, ever since Gaea, but he still feels a little awkward around illnesses and injuries. It’s much easier when he has Will bossing him around, although he’s certainly not going to tell Will that.

“It was made very clear to me that I wasn’t welcome in the infirmary,” Will says stiffly.

“What? Why?”

Will mutters something under his breath.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

Will throws a hand dramatically (yet gingerly) over his eyes and repeats, only a little louder, “Kayla said I was being a big baby.”

When Nico doesn’t respond right away, Will pulls his hand back a fraction to see his boyfriend fighting a smile.

“What?” Will asks flatly.

“Well, were you?”

“That’s not the point.”

“It kind of is, though.” Nico’s pretty sure now that Will isn’t grievously injured, but even so, he sits down extra carefully on the bed next to him.

“What can I do for you?” Nico asks, trying not to sound condescending. He thinks he manages. Mostly.

“Nothing. It’s fine. You can just leave me to my misery like everyone else,” Will pouts.

“Come on, what do you need? Morphine? Chicken soup? I can help you write your last will and testament.”

Will huffs.

“Want me to summon a zombie chiropractor?”

“What, really?” Will blinks.

Nico considers. “I mean, I don’t know any personally. But we could ask Jules-Albert.”

Will wrinkles his nose. “Let’s call that Plan B.”

“I can melt all the flesh off your bones if you want,” Nico offers. “But that’s not super… reversible. I wouldn’t really recommend it.”

Will’s mouth twitches into an almost-smile, and Nico shifts to lie down next to him, reaching for his hand. “Wanna tell me what’s really going on?” he asks, more gently.

Will sighs, looking defeated. “Archery practice ran late last night and I ended up missing dinner and then I was late for my shift at the infirmary. Then I ripped the pocket of my favourite hoodie on the fucking infirmary door and ended up eating six granola bars for dinner because Austin had eaten all the sandwiches we keep in the fridge in there. I got to bed after midnight but then I couldn’t sleep because I was pissed off about the fucking hoodie and the granola bars. This morning I woke up with this damn kin - crick. Crick in my neck. And it hurts,” he finishes pathetically.

There’s a long pause, in which Will’s gaze rests on their joined hands, his face set in a frown.

“The green hoodie?” Nico asks.

“Yeah,” Will says dejectedly.

“I like that one.”

“I know. You keep stealing it.”

Nico smiles. “Yeah.”

“My neck does hurt, but… mostly I’m just feeling crummy and grouchy,” Will says reluctantly after a moment.

“So you don’t need morphine?”

Will snorts.

“You’re having a rotten day and you want some sympathy?”

“Maybe.”

Nico shifts closer, pressing his lips to Will’s. Will sighs, squeezing his fingers. Nico takes that as a sign to kiss him a bit more. Although honestly Nico will happily take just about anything as a sign to kiss Will a bit more.

There’s quiet for a long moment, and Nico sinks pleasantly into the familiar pressure of Will’s lips warm against his, their mingled breath, Will’s eyelashes brushing his cheeks. Will tastes like cinnamon gum and coffee. Nico pulls away and Will’s eyes slowly blink open.

“Hi.”

“You know I’m always happy to comfort you if you rip your hoodie, or even if you like… get a paper cut,” Nico tells Will.

Will looks sheepish, but pleased.

“You're always allowed to ask for comfort, okay? You don’t even need a reason. All you have to do is tell me. We all need extra attention sometimes.”

Will smiles softly. “Listen to you. When did you get so smart?”

Nico shrugs. “Maybe I’ve been listening to some smart guy.”

“Hmm.”

“Yeah.” Nico brushes the hair off Will’s forehead. It’s extra messy. He kind of likes it.

“Want me to cuddle you?”

“Can you?”

“Of course. Idiot,” Nico adds affectionately. “I just gotta go train some anklebiters for an hour. After that I’m all yours. Can you wait?”

Will nods, looking happier.

Nico kisses him once more and stands, looking around for his sword.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be alternating heat and ice?” Nico asks, remembering what he’s heard Will tell campers in the infirmary. “You want me to grab an ice pack on my way back?”

“Yeah, that would be nice, actually.”

“Or I could just use my cold, dead heart,” Nico deadpans.

“I thought you gave that up.”

Nico smiles fondly at the other boy. "Yeah. I guess I did."

#percy jackson and the olympians #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #rated g #writer's choice #one shot #my writing #I'M STILL NOT SURE IF I'M SOLD ON THIS ONE #BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAY

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