Part 1 : Blood of Olympus
He spun, his sword instantly in his hand, and almost decapitated Will Solace.” Will the-cute-boy-almost-decapitated-me-let’s-marry-him Solace
“Fine. A very cute little satyr boy.’ Will shuddered. ‘But I delivered it. Have you ever delivered a baby?’
‘I had to get some fresh air. That’s why I volunteered for this mission. Gods of Olympus, my hands are still shaking. See?’
He took Nico’s hand, which sent an electric current down Nico’s spine. He quickly withdrew. ‘Whatever,” Will please-cute-boy-hold-my-hand-but-just-to-see-that-it’s-shaking-ofc Solace
“Nico tried to follow, but he would’ve fallen on his face if Will hadn’t caught him.
‘You idiot.’ Will put an arm around him. ‘I told you no more of that Underworld magic.’
‘Shut up. You’re not.’ From his pocket, Will dug out a pack of gum.
Nico wanted to pull away. He hated physical contact. But Will was a lot stronger than he looked. Nico found himself leaning against him, relying on his support.” Will being a protective bf already
“AT DAWN, HE WAS STILL AWAKE when someone rapped at the door.
He turned, registering a face with blond hair, and for a split second he thought it was Will Solace. When Nico realized it was Jason, he was disappointed. Then he felt angry with himself for feeling that way.” Wanna see Will in your cabin, Nico ? 👀
“I’ve been stuck in the infirmary for, like, two days. You don’t come by. You don’t offer to help.’
‘I … what? Why would you want a son of Hades in the same room with people you’re trying to heal? Why would anyone want that?’
‘You can’t help out a friend? Maybe cut bandages? Bring me a soda or a snack? Or just a simple How’s it going, Will? You don’t think I could stand to see a friendly face?’
The words simply didn’t make sense together: Friendly face. Nico di Angelo.
‘You’re so dense,’ Will noted. ‘I hope you got over that nonsense about leaving Camp Half-Blood.’
‘I – yeah. I did. I mean, I’m staying.’
‘Good. So you may be dense, but you’re not an idiot.’
‘How can you even talk to me like that? Don’t you know I can summon zombies and skeletons and –’
‘Right now you couldn’t summon a wishbone without melting into a puddle of darkness, di Angelo,’ Will said. ‘I told you, no more Underworldy stuff, doctor’s orders. You owe me at least three days of rest in the infirmary. Starting now.” Nico you’re so dense, the boy wanted to see you because you’re the love of his life
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