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When I Get Home to You

Chapter Ten

*this chapter rated mature/explicit, be warned*

Only one more chapter after this, yay!

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Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Nico wakes earlier than he’d intended the next morning.

He takes his time returning fully to consciousness, soothed by the comforting sound of Will’s steady breath next to him. It’s rare for him to wake before Will, and once he does manage to open his eyes, he takes the opportunity to drink in the sight of the man lying next to him, lips parted, his brow creased just slightly, dark blonde lashes feathered against his cheekbones. In the quiet and peace of their bedroom, and with nothing at all planned for today, Nico feels calm and whole. Grateful to be waking in his cozy house with his beautiful husband next to him.

Sticks must have heard him wake, though, because the dog noses her way into the bedroom and lets out a soft whine. Careful not to disturb Will, Nico climbs reluctantly out of the warm bed and pads quietly to the back door. He’s leaning against the door frame, absently waiting for Sticks to return, when he notices the dog worrying at something near the hammock. Shit.

Grabbing a fleece from the hook by the back door, Nico hurries out into the yard. The damp grass is icy on his bare feet.

“Sticks? Drop it.”

The dog turns to gaze at him, looking guilty, clearly hiding something in her jowls. There’s something sticking out from between her teeth that looks suspiciously like the arm of Will’s glasses.

“Sticks,” he says, more threateningly. “Drop it, girl.”

She doesn’t, but Nico’s still quick on his feet, and he makes a grab for the dog’s collar before she can abscond with the glasses the way she clearly wants to. He sighs, prying her jaws open and gently extricating the glasses. He gives Sticks a stern look, for all the good it will do.

Luckily, she hasn’t done any damage, and Nico sits down on a low rock near the windmill palm to carefully clean the dirt, slobber and dew from the glasses with the hem of his t-shirt. He hooks them over his collar and leans forward, elbows on his knees, closing his eyes. It’s quiet, still. There’s a fresh crispness to the air that nudges with the reminder of the change of seasons, chills the tip of his nose and ears. Then suddenly there’s a whine and a sharp swipe at his face, and Nico startles, opening his eyes.

“Sticks, what the fuck?” he squeaks, putting his hand to his cheek and pulling it away, checking for blood. Sticks lifts a paw to bat at him again, thankfully only making contact with his arm this time and Nico grumbles, scratching Sticks’ ears like she clearly wants.

Nico’s gaze sweeps across the yard and - oh right. He rises, walking back to the hammock and gingerly picking up last night’s discarded t-shirt from the dew-wet grass, heading inside to drop the stiff garment into the laundry.

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Nico’s just about to head to the shower when he meets his husband in the hallway. “Morning, sunshine,” he says. But when Will’s eyes rise to meet Nico’s, his gaze shows immediate concern.

“Shit, Nico, you look like you were in a fist fight.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

Nico steps into the bathroom and flicks on the light, peering into the mirror. And yes, sure enough, he looks a bit battered - a nick on his chin, a trio of red scratches across his right cheek, his lower lip bluish and a bit swollen on one side, and… three small purpling bruises, one on his jaw and two on his throat.

Nico laughs in recognition. “Well, I cut myself shaving yesterday,” he taps his chin, “the scratches are from Sticks - she was getting a little… aggressively affectionate, you know.” He shrugs, turning to Will, who looks pale and pained.

“What?” he frowns. “Will, it’s not a big deal.”

“Your lip?” Will says quietly, reaching out a tentative finger, not quite touching.

“Well...”

“Is that from… me getting a little aggressively affectionate?” Will sounds embarrassed.

“It wasn’t just you. It was both of us.”

Will nods, looking worried.

“Will, I don’t mind. Hey,” Nico wraps his fingers around Will’s chin as Will glances down.

“Sorry,” Will sighs.

“For what? You didn’t hurt me. We just got a little… frantic. It was completely consensual, and I liked it. A lot.” Nico dips his head, trying to get Will to meet his gaze. “Hey, I’ll give you a big fucking hickey right now if it’ll make you feel better.”

A small smile pulls at Will’s lips, and he finally looks up. “I wasn’t trying to leave marks.”

“I know.”

“I’m over-reacting.”

“No, you’re just reacting. It was a rough weekend. Come here.” He wraps his arms around his husband, who dips his head to rest it on Nico’s shoulder, arms rising to wrap around Nico’s waist, slide up under his shirt and press against the bare skin of his back.

“Will it make you feel better if you heal me?”

“Can I?”

“Of course, if you want to.”

Will pulls away a fraction, his gaze still pained. Nico’s eyes linger on his husband’s face as Will’s fingers carefully trace his cheeks, his chin, his throat, his lips. Warmth tingles across Nico’s face and coils low in his stomach, though he’s fairly sure that’s not the vibe Will is intending, and he tries to ignore it.

Will sighs as he drops his hands, looking a little more relaxed.

“You okay?” Nico asks.

“Yeah. I am.” Will pauses, then nods. “I am, really. Mostly. I woke up feeling really relaxed. Sorry, just -” he gestures to Nico’s face, shakes his head. “It kind of hit me unexpectedly. The way these things do.”

Nico nods. He knows. He has a litany of his own triggers. They’ve gotten easier to deal with over time, and with work. But he understands very well how everything is harder when something’s already thrown him off-track.

Will frowns, diverted. “Are those my glasses?”

“Oh! Yes.” Nico pulls the glasses off his collar, and ignoring Will’s outstretched hand, carefully places them on his husband’s face, using his index finger to push them up the bridge of Will’s nose. Will blinks, smiles. “I pulled them from the jaws of that beast,” he nods towards Sticks, now lying in the hallway. “She found them in the backyard.”

“Oh gods,” Will’s eyes go wide. “Shit. Thanks for that.”

“Any time.” Nico’s gaze lingers on Will’s face, his mouth slowly pulling into a sly smile.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says softly. “You’re just adorable in your glasses. You look like a hot young professor.” Nico lets his eyes flick to Will’s mouth.

Will rolls his eyes, but at least he’s smiling. “Young-ish.”

“Hot,” Nico murmurs, slowly leaning in to press his lips to Will’s. He lingers there for a moment, pressure and heat, before pulling back. Will’s eyes flutter open. He takes a deep breath.

“Love you,” Will murmurs.

“I love you too.”

Will smiles at him fondly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Just for being you.”

Nico kisses him again, then winds his arms around Will’s waist, tucking his head under his husband’s chin. Will sighs, rubbing Nico’s back. “I need coffee,” he murmurs after a moment.

Nico laughs, pulling away. “‘Kay. I’m going to have a shower.”

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“Hey.”

Nico’s just stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp and messy, towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hey yourself,” he tells his husband. Will looks more collected now, his eyes bright.

Will steps closer, winds his arms around Nico’s waist to whisper in his ear, “don’t get dressed yet.”

Nico laughs as Will begins walking him backwards towards their bedroom, grinning like an idiot the whole time.

“Why not?”

“Three guesses. First two don’t count,” Will laughs as Nico’s legs bump against the bed and Will yanks the towel from his waist and captures his mouth in a kiss in one fluid movement.

Nico sighs contentedly, draping his arms around his husband’s neck.

“This isn’t really fair,” he murmurs as Will begins lightly kissing down his neck, hands sliding lower on Nico’s back.

“No? How come?”

“You ambushed me.”

Will giggles.

“And you’re wearing way too many clothes.” Nico lets his hands slide up under Will’s shirt, smooth over warm skin, skate up his ribs. He reaches for the hem of the Will's shirt and pulls it carefully over his head when Will steps back. Will raises his hands to take his glasses off. Which honestly always gives Nico a little jolt of pleasure in this context, but -

“You could leave the glasses on?”

Will laughs. “No way. These poor glasses have been through enough.” He turns to carefully place them on the dresser and then immediately turns his attention back to his naked husband.

Will kisses him deliciously slowly and thoroughly in a way that makes Nico want to melt into a puddle. He breaks away to press kisses to Nico’s eyelids, his cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” Will murmurs.

Nico laughs.

“What?” Will pulls back, flushed and happy.

“I changed my mind, I like you with the glasses off.” Nico leans in to kiss him again.

Will laughs. “I tell you you’re beautiful all the time. Even when you’re not blurry.”

“Yeah, because you’re such a dork, you -”

Whatever Nico had been about to say dissolves into a sigh, into the heat building between them as Will’s hands sink lower, fingers brushing against his length.

“Who’s the dork now,” Will whispers against his cheek, and before Nico can retort, Will sinks lower too, to his knees, and oh, that’s very very nice and Nico’s not sure how he’s still upright except that Will’s got him very pleasantly pinned against the bed, secured between his hands cupping Nico’s ass and his hot, wet mouth.

Another moment of sharp suction and Nico’s head is spinning. His hands come to rest gently against Will’s head, steadying himself. Just when he’s positive his knees are going to give out, Will stands again, kisses Nico on the mouth, on the cheek, nips at his earlobe. He gives Nico a gentle shove in the chest. “Lie down,” Will murmurs.

“Bossy,” Nico breathes. He complies, a little less gracefully than he intended to.

Will grins. “You love it.” And then he’s crawling over Nico to lie on top of him, fitting arms and legs and mouths together like they’ve done a thousand times.

“Pants… off,” Nico manages when Will pulls back for a breath, and Will giggles, wiggling cooperatively as Nico shoves at his waistband.

Will sighs at the contact once they’re both fully undressed, and Nico runs his hands everywhere he can reach, the curve of Will’s shoulders, the line of his spine, the dip of his lower back, all warm and familiar and home. “You feel so good,” he murmurs as Will presses into him.

“Mmm, you too.” Will drops a kiss to the tip of Nico’s nose before his mouth presses to Nico’s neck, lingering to lick along his collarbones. Nico moans softly, tipping his head back into the pillow, eyes closed, lost in the dizzy, building heat. Then Will’s mouth is on his chest, his stomach, his hips, warm and soft, and Nico can feel his breath coming quicker. He presses his lips together, trying not to squirm too much under the gentle pressure of Will’s lips, the heat of his breath.

Will’s tongue circles around the jut of his hip bone, then he kisses lower. He skates over where Nico wants him most, pressing only quick, gentle kisses to Nico’s swollen cock, then moving lower to nuzzle against the inside of his thigh. Nico has a feeling he knows where this is heading now, and he has absolutely no objections.

There’s light suction and warm breath and the gentle scratch of Will’s beard on the inside of one thigh and then the other, and Nico’s suddenly feeling a great need to anchor himself to something. His hands fist in the sheets next to him and he’s only a little embarrassed to realize he’s panting, lost in the feeling of Will’s lips and Will’s tongue and gentle fingers delicately tracing his erection. Then his husband murmurs, “spread your legs for me, love?” and Nico whimpers.

Will laughs under his breath, but he’s entitled, honestly, and he helps, gently guiding Nico’s knees up. More soft suction on sensitive skin and then closer, closer, and Nico can feel Will’s fingers against him and then his tongue, lapping at his rim, and all he can do is keep taking short, sharp breaths, lost in pleasure.

The vulnerability, the sharp intimacy of this act always sends Nico reeling. Heat sparks and flares and leaves him shattered, breathless, and by the time Will draws away and speaks again, there’s a lag of several seconds before Nico realizes he hasn’t even understood what his husband said.

“Can you pass me the lube?” Will repeats, grinning up from between Nico’s legs. Nico takes a shuddering breath, managing to get his jumbled body to cooperate enough to roll to the side and fish blindly in the bedside table, nearly knocking a lamp over. He passes the tube to Will, who flashes him another smile, flushed, eyes bright. Maybe looking a little too pleased with himself, but Nico will allow it.

It used to terrify him, once upon a time, losing control this way. The way Will could so easily take him apart, pull him apart to his essence. But Will catches him, too. Holds him and reassembles the pieces, and now he craves the way they fall together.

Will’s fingers slide and press and stroke and curl and Nico tries to remember to keep breathing. He thinks he might be talking, mumbling something the whole time, but he’d be hard pressed to repeat if anyone asked, not actually sure if he’s making any sense at all. He whines too loudly at the loss when warm fingers suddenly slide out. But then a second later Will’s voice is at his ear, warm breath against the side of his head. “Can I please be inside you?” he whispers.

Nico makes a noise that he hopes Will will interpret as affirmative, pulling his husband back in to kiss him, messy and uncoordinated, reaching between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Will’s erection. Will gasps, reaching for the bedside table.

“No, don’t use a condom,” Nico mumbles against his husband’s mouth, eyes closed.

“No?”

“No, want to feel you.” The condoms are really only for convenience, and maybe it doesn’t make that much difference, sensation-wise, but it’s just the thought of it, the closeness. And right now he wants Will, all of him. Wants the heat and the mess and the pleasant ache in his body lingering into tomorrow.

“Want me to pull out?” Will murmurs, already fumbling with the lube again.

Nico shakes his head.

“‘Kay.”

And then Will moves back to line himself up and Nico watches, breathing hard, gathering his husband back in at the first opportunity, pressing his heels behind Will’s thighs to pull him deeper. He thinks he might actually spontaneously combust once they’re pressed together, Will all the way inside. It’s so good, so much, and in these moments he doesn’t feel like he’ll ever be able to get enough. They still for a moment, chests rising and falling together.

“Okay?” Will whispers, and Nico nods, fast. And then they’re moving, and somehow the familiar comfort in the way they wrap around each other and the simmering heat of the movement is everywhere, everything, it’s perfect. A moment later, Will fumbles between their bodies to stroke him, but Nico shoves his husband’s hand away, shaking his head.

“No, ‘m too close.”

“‘Kay.” Will readjusts, moving in slow, deep strokes that make Nico want to sob with pleasure. “Sorry. Figured I’d pushed - ah,” Will shivers, his eyes falling shut, “- figured I’d pushed you too far once you started speaking Italian,” he manages.

Nico blinks, diverted. “Did I?”

Will laughs, breathless. “Mmm. When I was fingering you.”

“Huh.”

He grins. “It was hot.”

“‘M always hot,” Nico retorts, but the last word is lost in a moan as his husband thrusts just a bit harder, and Will lets out a gasping giggle.

“Fuck,” Nico whimpers, rocked back by another hard thrust, and by the glint in Will’s eye, he’s quite sure that one was very deliberate. “You’re the worst,” he groans.

“Love you too,” Will laughs.

And soon there’s not really enough breath for conversation, nor does Nico think he’s retained abilities in any language at all. There’s just heat, and intensifying pleasure, and Will muttering breathless, broken endearments in his ear. And then Will’s breath starts to come rougher against Nico’s skin, and he pulls back for more leverage, sharp, quick, thrusts.

Nico forces his eyes open, needing to see Will’s face. Will’s brow is creased, eyes shut tight, lips parted, and the beautiful sight of him chasing his own release is almost enough to push Nico over the edge. He tries to pull Will closer any way he can, clinging with arms and legs. Will breathes in, quick and ragged, and a second later he shifts, reaching between their bodies again, and this time Nico doesn’t stop him, so very ready for them to fall together.

Will’s grip on his cock is firm, but his rhythm is unsteady, understandably. It leaves Nico hanging exquisitely near the edge for seconds that feel like an eternity, every muscle in his body trembling in anticipation. When he finally topples over with Will’s last, frantic thrusts, it’s with a shout that leaves his own ears ringing.

Will collapses on top of his husband, both breathless, bodies heaving together in a sweaty, shattered heap. Nico keeps his arms wrapped around Will’s shoulders, torn between trying to get enough air into his lungs and absolutely not wanting his husband to move away just yet.

It might be several minutes later - honestly it’s impossible to say - when Will manages to shift, slipping out and making Nico gasp. Will sits back on his knees for a moment, somehow finding the wherewithal to grab the previously-discarded towel and wipe both of their stomachs before crawling up to the head of the bed to press his forehead against Nico’s.

“Holy fuck, Will,” Nico breathes, his hands over his face.

Will giggles. “Good?”

“Oh my god.”

Will presses a kiss to the back of each of Nico’s hands, and flops down beside him.

“I don’t think I can move my legs.”

Will snorts. Then, a beat later, only a little worriedly, “you’re mostly kidding, right?”

Nico considers. “Ask me again in a few minutes.”

“Kay,” and he can hear the laughter bubbling in Will’s voice. “Don’t go anywhere,” he tells Nico. “I’m going to get us cleaned up and then I’ll come right back to cuddle you.”

“Mmph,” Nico manages.

Will’s weight disappears from the bed, and a moment later Nico hears water running in the bathroom, Will singing to himself. Nico smiles. He slowly drops his hands and manages to roll himself over, face pressed into the pillow. Will gives an appreciative whistle as he comes back into the bedroom. He bounces onto the bed, directly over Nico, supporting his weight on elbows and knees.

“Can you move your legs now?”

“Can but don’t want to,” Nico mumbles.

HIs husband laughs, crawling off of him. He pats Nico on the ass, maybe a little harder than necessary.

“Here, help me a bit.”

Nico groans, but helps Will shift his legs enough to clean him up. A moment later Will is back, smelling of soap and mouthwash and pulling the blankets up over both of them. He half-drapes himself over Nico’s shoulders, nudges their heads next to each other.

“You’re falling asleep,” Will teases.

“‘M not,” Nico mumbles, as he falls asleep.

The last thing he’s aware of is Will’s soft, pleased laughter, his lips on Nico’s forehead.

#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #older nico di angelo #older will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #fluff and angst #my writing #multi chapter #will solace #older percy jackson #hazel levesque #mrs o'leary #rated m #smut #frank zhang

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king-wilhelm · 4 months

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The book percy jackson (demigod I relate to and aspire to be like) to tv percy jackson (demigod I relate to and want to protect) is so real for those of us in our twenties

#Book canon wise he's older than I am but TV show wise? Babie.#percy jackson and the olympians #Percy jackson #percy jackson tv series #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #walker scobell #5k #10k

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shadowqueendiangelo · 4 months

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“I’m actually 24” that’d be my last straw i’d actually have to punch my best friend for that

#you’re a goat?#okay #you’ve been lying to me?#you’re actually twelve years older than me?#fighting #fine #pjo #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv spoilers #pjo disney+#percy jackson

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theghostwrites · 4 months

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#Or the 100th time if you re read the books numerous times #The fact that I'm older now and the actor looks like A BABY #I want to burn the world down #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #Pjo #luke castellan #percy jackson disney+#I filled with rage I too would fight the gods

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simpingforpjo · 7 months

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The chalice of the gods being released during my senior year is gonna make me sob in a fetal position on the floor.

#like I'm the same age as percy??#we are both about to be 18??#he was always so much older i was 12 and he was 16 #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #riordanverse #the chalice of the gods #chalice of the gods #1k #2k #3k #4k

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piperscharm · 4 months

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something the percy jackson fandom isn’t accepting is nico getting better. everyone’s used to him being the emo little meow meow. he ain’t the fandom’s lil emo pout pout boy anymore. remember his 10 year old jumpy and excited self? he’s coming back to that. maybe not as much energy but he’s becoming more (un)serious, content and calm. he’s not angry, sad and emo anymore. in fact, he’s slightly annoyed by his emo boy title. my boy is becoming lightly happy again. he’s coming full circle and that’s beautiful. i’m sorry that some of you can’t accept change (i have a lot to say on with jason’s death).

#he knows happiness #he understands now #my boy is getting older and wiser #he knows #nico di angelo #heros of olympus #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #pjo #trials of apollo #toa #he wants to get better #tsats #the sun and the star

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green446004 · 2 years

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I just remembered this drawing of Will exists

#Will solace #have fun in tarturus #pjo #tsats #nico do angelo #solangelo #percy jackson #the sun and the stars #fan art #my art #he’s probably a few years older here #heros of olympus #trails of apollo #toa

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incorrect-riordanverse · 4 months

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ares cabin the type to only have peace with each other when its 12am and they conglomerate in the kitchen for midnight snacks

#the hazing be brutal i just know it #older and younger sibling dynamics but make it 30 of them #riordanverse #incorrect riordanverse #rick riordan #ares cabin #clarisse la rue #sherman yang #ellis wakefield #toa #pjo #trials of apollo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #rewriting

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mediumgayitalian · 2 months

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Despite his best efforts to be silent, Will wakes up as soon as Nico opens the door.

“Neeks?” he mumbles, squinting at the sliver of light bleeding into the bedroom. Nico hurries to close the door behind him, padding forward to the bed and dropping a kiss onto Will’s hair.

“Yeah, baby.”

Will sighs, curling up, leaning into Nico’s touch. “Good.”

Nico feels his tired eyes follow him as he putters quietly around the room, hanging his sword and his jacket, shucking off his torn jeans, tossing his shirt in a corner somewhere.

“Y’hurt?”

Nico smiles. He loves the heavy drawl of Will’s y’s that he gets when he’s sleepy or passionate, as much as he teases. It always makes him fluttery, makes the hairs on the back of his arms stand up.

“No.”

“Promise?”

Nico digs around until he finds a pair of Will’s flannel pyjama pants, tugging them on and rolling the waistband until he can wear them without tripping. He doesn’t bother with a shirt.

“Yes.”

“C’mere.” The blankets shift and whisper as Will peels them slightly back, lifting his arms around the empty space next to him. “Can practic’ly see ya shiverin’. Y’r g’na turn blue inna min’t.”

Nico can’t stop a giggle. He curls into Will’s hold, pressing a kiss to the sun on his chest and muttering something about cowboys and bull-wranglers. He’s well-used to the playfully stern pinch Will nicks on the curve of his thigh, and snickers more.

“Y’r not funny.”

“Y’r’n’funny,” Nico mocks, exaggerated. He clears his throat, and says with exaggerated deepness: “Y’ain’t from ‘round these here pards, pardner.”

Will pinches him again, but does nothing to hide the curve of his smile as he presses a kiss to Nico’s neck, his bare shoulder.

“M’gonna bite you.”

“Y’would’nt —”

Will does bite him, and Nico smacks him in revenge, although he doesn’t really care. If anything he kind of relishes it.

“Freak,” Will says fondly, knowing exactly what Nico’s thinking. He drags his head up to press a long, lingering kiss to Nico’s cheek. “Sleep. Warm up. Talk in the mornin’.”

“Mornin’,” Nico mocks tiredly, but settles in too, presses a last kiss to Will’s jaw before settling against him, breaths evening out to join him in dreamland.

#i know they’re the most disgusting mushy in love couple when they’re older #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico/will #will/nico #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #my writing #fic #100 ways #100 ways to say i love you #BARELY

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vasilissadragomir · 4 months

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i’m a sucker for the “she fell first he fell harder” trope and i’m sitting here wondering why as if my childhood wasn’t defined by pjo and specifically percabeth

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy x annabeth #annabeth x percy #percabeth #annabeth chase #my children #i love them #even though they are canonically older than me in the current timeline somehow

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lady-ashfade · 2 months

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I’m your soulmate.

Day 21 of celebration marathon

Yan!percy Jackson x soulmate reader

-♡ ask: So, I've had this on my mind since I read Percy × Reader as soulmates. Can you do something where the Reader doesn't care about rejection? She's unfazed by Percy rejecting her.(And maybe a bit of Percy being jealous? Perhaps even a bit Yandere.)

-♡ words: 823

-♡ warnings: yandere behavior, rejection, reader being unbothered, percy being a toxic, hc’s, soulmate au.

in all honesty you never cared about soulmates and if you had one. some people had soulmate, some didn’t and that was the way things were and you couldn’t care. the thought did cross your mind and if you happen to have one but you weren’t waiting around for them, you focused on yourself and the moment. plus, being a half-blood meant you had more things to worry about then love.

so your trained all you could to be prepared for anything life had to throw at you. you made friends, you had family now and a place that welcomed you with open arms.

If anyone were to ask around about you, everyone would say how chill and non caring you were about things. it was like life had little grasp on you for doubts and fears. when you started training it didn’t matter how many times you failed because you just got up and smiled then tried again.

percy talked to you before he found out you were his soulmate. you helped train him at the start. you didn’t care about gossip and rumors about him or anyone. he swears when you spoke you sounded so carefree and he admired you. though, he didn’t know you well. he was too caught up in saving the world and realizing his feels for annabeth to think about you much.

but the moment he looked into your eyes when the truth came out he couldn’t seem to feel the way the world wanted him too. he wasn’t one that liked being told what he should do or feel. but what caught him off guard was your lack of sadness when he told you that he wasn’t going to be with you. and that he liked annabeth.

“I get it dude, soulmates aren’t my thing either.” You nod understanding and patted his shoulder. “No hard feelings Jackson.” And you walked off.

that moment played in his head more then it should have, he spent day and night with the image of you walking away from him so easily. and then he started to notice you around more and how you smiled, or how beautiful you were, he seemed to slowly forget about annabeth. how could he when he constantly thought of you?

while he was thinking of you, you still remained carefree and didn’t seem affected by what happened one bit. you treated him like normal, you hung around your siblings and friends, and he realized how little he must mean to you.

percy’s sudden feelings for you turned into something deeper and darker in his chest. he followed you around without mentioning it. you wanted to train? cool, he’ll be a few feet away from you. no matter what he needed to watch over you. when you laughed he tried to pick up on what caused it so he could make you laugh. and over all, he started to get jealous of anyone around you.

he had to stay away but here they are, taking advantage of you?

the final straw was how you excepted a flower from a boy from another cabin and smiled at him. the boy was pathetic to try steal his soulmate away from him. you did look stunning but no one should be able to look at you without thinking of him, your soulmate!

with his hands balled in a fist he walked over to the both of you and grabbed you by the arm without saying anything. his grip was harsh and his face was flared with anger and you tried to keep up with him but he didn’t stop. a few minutes later, of you screaming at him and trying to stop, you both were alone in the woods and he could talk to you now.

“What is wrong with you?” For the first time he saw you angry and something in him was proud to gain your attention even if it was bad. “I would’ve come with you if you asked nicely like a normal person.” you ran your hands over the area he pulled you from.

“We need to talk about how you’ve been acting,” that caught your attention quickly, “you are acting like you don’t have a soulmate at all! Like I mean nothing to you.” he shouts and you wonder if he was hearing himself.

“Because you are in love with annabeth. You said you didn’t want us to be a thing, and I respected that. Sorry percy if I don’t die over this type of thing, but you made your choice.”

“I don’t love her, I love you! You have been in my mind for weeks and you can’t spare even a glance.” His voice gets stronger as he starts to step towards you. something about him makes you want to walk away from him.

“You belong to me wether you like it, and i wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me.”

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When I Get Home to You

Chapter Nine

*this chapter rated mature/explicit, be warned*

Maybe two more chapters after this, depending on how I split it up, fyi.

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Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

The last Nico sees of his younger self, the boy has one hand half-lifted in farewell as the garage door lowers, and Nico is struck by just how small he is. His breath catches in his throat. But the kid has Hazel with him and, well. Nico knows he’s done all this before, so it’s all going to happen again. Apparently.

His body feels fuzzy and light, and he doesn’t think it’s just the disrupted timelines messing with his consciousness. A second later Will’s arm goes around his shoulders and yeah, that helps. Nico takes a deep breath.

“Can you feel… have they…” Will begins.

Nico clears his throat. “Um. They haven’t left yet. Kid probably needs a minute to put himself back together.”

Will nods. His fingers dig into Nico’s shoulder almost painfully. Nico doesn’t mind. It’s something to focus on other than his racing thoughts. And maybe they should move, or go back into the house, but neither of them seems to be able to do anything other than stand motionless in the driveway and wait.

“You’ll tell me…”

“Yeah,” Nico nods. He slips his arm around Will’s waist, holds just as tight. Tries and fails not to wonder what happens if this doesn’t work. Will he just… disappear? Will Will forget he ever existed? His mind helpfully supplies an image of Will suddenly standing alone in their driveway, looking stricken, and Nico abruptly turns his face into his husband’s shoulder.

Will inhales sharply. “Are they -”

Nico shakes his head immediately. “No, it’s fine. I’m just… waiting.”

“Okay,” his husband breathes. Will’s free hand rises to cradle Nico’s head against his shoulder and Nico turns fully into his embrace. Inhale. Exhale. This waiting, though he knows it won’t be long, is excruciating. He can’t decide if he wants to cry or scream.

And then - “oh,” he breathes, and he can feel his whole body relax, as if his life force settles, catches him back in its grasp. He hadn’t even realized how much tension he’d been holding.

Will pulls back, blue eyes wide and worried. Nico nods quickly, “okay, it’s okay. It felt - I think they made it,” he whispers, and Will crushes him to his chest. “Thank gods, thank gods,” he’s whispering, though some small part of Nico’s brain reminds him they really need to be thanking Hazel.

Regardless, it’s a very good thing that Will’s holding onto him, because Nico suddenly feels he could collapse onto the pavement. Maybe sleep there for several days.

Nico swallows, pulling away just far enough to kiss his husband. A quick, warm press of lips, once and then again, and then they just breath, each clinging to the other.

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure. It kind of felt like everything… steadied.”

“I like steady. Steady is my favourite,” Will whispers.

Nico laughs softly, taking a moment to melt against Will, feel his heat, inhale the clean, warm scent of him. “Do you -” he begins, “do you feel anything? From me?” He doesn’t really know why Will would, but he wants the reassurance, somehow.

Will doesn’t question it. He lifts his hands to cradle Nico’s face, fingertips gentle against Nico’s cheekbones. Will’s gaze is unfocused for a moment, but then his eyes meet Nico’s and he smiles. “You’re perfect.”

Nico rolls his eyes, but he places his hands over Will’s and kisses him again.

“So now - now what?” Will asks, pulling back a bit.

Nico takes a deep breath, feeling it all the way down to the bottom of his lungs. “Well. I need to text Frank. I think I’ll be able to sense when Hazel works her memory magic, and then… then we wait to hear from Hazel that she’s made it back.”

Will nods, his gaze intent. His eyes are puffy and red-rimmed, the crease between his brows deeper than usual. “How are you doing?” Will asks him.

Nico chokes out a weak laugh. “I - I can’t tell.”

Will nods.

“You?”

Will sighs. “I’m relieved. And exhausted. My head is pounding. I can’t decide if I want to have a long nap or a long cry.”

Nico traces a finger down the bridge of Will’s nose. Will closes his eyes. “Wanna try the nap first, and if you still want to, we can cry later?” ___

The nap really did seem like a good idea, but an hour later Nico’s lying wide awake next to his sweetly slumbering husband, his mind jumping with the events and conversations of the last two days. He’s fairly sure he sensed Hazel’s memory charm not long after Will dozed off - sort of a settling of his own memories of the day in question. So that’s a comfort. He’s just wondering how long he’ll be able to keep himself from fretting over Hazel’s return when he notices his phone light up on the bed next to him, and he dives for it.

From: FZhang 5:04 pm All good. Hazel asked me to text you. She’s home & sleeping.

Nico drops his head back onto the pillow, his phone onto his chest, the relief so sharp it makes his head spin. He takes a second to sense Will’s sleep, but it’s deep and heavy, and the last thing Nico wants to do is disturb him, even for this.

As quietly as he can, he rolls out of bed, stealing softly from the bedroom. He makes his way through the kitchen and out the back door, dialling Frank as he goes.

Frank answers on the first ring.

“Hey, Nico.”

“Hey. She’s okay? Did she say anything?” Nico presses the phone to his ear, following the trail of dead-grass footprints to the fire pit. It makes his heart twist a bit.

Nico can hear Nina babbling, seemingly right against the phone. “Hi, Nina,” he adds, smiling.

“Yeah, she said everything went exactly according to plan. No problems. She’s fine, just tired.”

Nico exhales slowly. “Thank gods. And she’s definitely… sleeping?” He hates to ask, but his anxiety won’t let him not.

Frank chuckles. “Definitely.” He lowers his voice. “I’m standing outside the bedroom door. I can hear her snoring from the hallway.”

Nico laughs.

“She’s good, Nico. I promise. She didn’t say much before she passed out, but she looked perfectly healthy. Happy. I was glad she made it back so soon.”

“Yeah, me too,” Nico sighs, shoving a hand through his hair. “And Mrs. O’Leary?”

“Sleeping it off in the yard.” Nina’s babbling grows in volume and persistence in the background.

Nico laughs. “Good. I’ll let you go, Frank. And hey… sorry - sorry for all this.”

“Not your fault. Not like any of us could have stopped her. Take care of yourself, okay? I’m sure Hazel will be in touch when she wakes up.”

“Thanks, Frank. Bye.”

Nico gazes at his phone screen until it goes dark, then quickly unlocks it again to text Percy. Got him back home okay. All fine.

The answering text comes only seconds later - a string of red hearts and then u ok?.

Nico smiles ruefully. Percy really is getting sentimental in his old age.

He tilts his head back and gazes at the tree canopy overhead. Is he okay? He’s jumbled, buzzed. Tired and twitchy. And hungry. He texts back yeah.

From: Percy 5:13 pm Annabeth sends hugs Let you kick my ass at squash this week? xo

From: Nico 5:14 pm Lol ok Talk soon

Nico drops his head to his knees, abruptly leveled by a fresh wave of exhaustion. But there’s still a buzzing behind his eyes, too, and he doesn’t think he could actually sleep. He glances over at the flowerbeds, and he’s hit with the unwelcome memory that Persephone had made him and Will promise to keep up with the weeding. And she does like to stop by in the fall to plant bulbs… He pushes himself up, heading to the garage for the gardening gloves. ___

It’s nearly two hours later when Nico hears the squeak of the back door.

“Nico?”

“Here,” he calls, raising an arm to wave from where he’s cradled in the hammock.

He hears Will fumbling at the electrical outlet by the back door, and then the fairy lights blink to life in the trees.

“Hey.” Will’s head appears over the edge of the hammock, framed by twinkly lights, and Nico scoots back so Will can climb in at the other side, his legs wedged next to Nico’s. Ensconced in an oversized blue hoodie, Will looks sleepy-eyed and a bit rumpled, but otherwise more relaxed, more like himself.

“Hey. Did you see Frank’s text?”

“Yeah,” Will sighs. “That’s a relief. Any other news?”

“Nothing really. I’ve been lying here feeling my memories shift and settle, though. Feels really weird.”

Will grimaces. “That is weird. Anything… concerning?”

“No, not really. I guess he… I... he?” Nico rubs his eyes. “He must have been a bit dopey after the shadow travel and the memory charm, and Hazel seems to have recruited Hestia to keep an eye on him for a bit.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah,” Nico shrugs. “But then maybe... twenty minutes ago? My memories of entering the Underworld kind of… re-materialized. I think he’s on the right track now. What?”

Will shakes his head. “Nothing. It’s just really strange to think about. And we’ve lived our whole lives in strange.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you sleep, earlier?” Will asks.

“Nah, I couldn’t. Too much to think about. Did you have a good rest? I checked in on you a few times, but you were completely zonked.”

‘Yeah, I feel better. Well. Much less like crying.” Will sighs. He wraps his fingers around Nico’s ankle, slides them up under his jeans to press against bare skin.

It’s been so many years since Nico didn’t want to be touched, he’s almost forgotten what it was like. Will is completely to blame, as far as Nico is concerned. Will, who can’t stand not touching, his shoulder nudging closer and closer anytime they’re seated next to each other, hand creeping up Nico’s sleeve to wrap around his wrist, fingers reaching to twine with Nico’s anytime Nico leaves his hand unattended.

Nico watches him, Will’s eyes unfocused behind his glasses. “Are you scanning me?”

“Hmm? No,” Will gives him a half-smile, squeezes his ankle. “But you feel good,” he says softly.

“Pff. Course I do.” Nico nudges him with his foot.

Will swallows. “I wish… I don’t know. I just can’t help thinking. About him - you. I’ve just been thinking about what comes next for him, this next year. I can’t help wishing he didn’t have to go through all that.”

Nico shrugs. “Well. It wasn’t all bad.”

Will raises an eyebrow and Nico caves immediately.

“Yeah okay, it mostly really sucked. But…” he wraps his fingers around Will’s ankle under his sweats, since that’s where he can reach. “All of that… that’s what got us here, today. Right? We’re the sum of our experiences and all that. And I’m pretty happy to be right here, right now.”

Will nods. “Me too. Obviously.” His voice catches.

“Hey,” Nico scolds gently. “You said no more crying.”

Will laughs.

Nico breathes deeply. He loves the yard at this time of the evening, the warmth of the day giving way to cool currents of breeze, the fresh scent of spruce and cedar. “Besides,” he adds, “he’s a strong kid. Stronger than he thinks. He’s going to be fine. He is fine.” He gently scratches Will’s ankle, squeezes.

Will gazes at him, his expression unreadable. “You’re being very philosophical about all this. Very zen.”

Nico huffs. “Zen is my middle name.”

Will snorts.

“What?”

“Since when?”

“Since always!” Nico protests, grinning. Mostly just pleased that Will doesn’t look as if he’s on the verge of tears any more. “I am the chillest of chill. Everyone says so.”

Will’s face breaks into a soft smile. He holds Nico’s gaze for a moment longer, then very awkwardly climbs across the hammock towards him. The hammock swings wildly and Will accidentally drops his hand down too hard on Nico’s thigh to steady himself.

Nico hisses in pain. “What are you doing Solace?”

“I’m coming over there to kiss you,” Will murmurs, finally dropping his body clumsily against Nico’s, nearly crushing his shoulder.

“Ow, fuck.”

“Oops, sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry.”

“That’s because I’m not,” Will giggles, rubbing their noses together.

The beech tree nearest Nico’s head creaks ominously, and Nico cringes. But then Will’s mouth is on his and it’s abruptly much easier not to worry about the integrity of trees. Will wiggles into a more comfortable position on top of him, allowing Nico to free his arms and wrap them loosely around Will’s shoulders.

Nico had been anticipating a few soft, chaste kisses, maybe a prolonged cuddle, but by the way Will’s lips part immediately, his tongue delicately-but-insistently tracing the inside of Nico’s mouth and the way he presses his hips very deliberately against Nico’s, it seems Will might have more ambitious plans.

Nico can’t say he’s averse, exactly, the heat in his own body building quickly in response. The last two days have been fraught and exhausting, and he finds himself craving the closeness and the release that his husband is proposing. It’s a little awkward, pinned against the hammock, but he rocks his hips up against Will’s, and Will makes a soft, desperate sound against his mouth, kissing him harder, his fingers gripping Nico’s shoulders, glasses digging into Nico’s cheek.

This is probably a terrible idea for… some reason. But gods it’s quickly becoming difficult to remember what that reason might be.

He tries, though, as Will’s mouth leaves his to kiss down his neck, lightly sucking and nibbling in a way he’s very well aware will send Nico senseless in short order.

“Do - do you - fuck,” Nico gasps as Will nibbles just a little harder and Will giggles, his breath hot against Nico’s neck. Summoning the last of his self-control, Nico pushes Will’s head away, cupping his face. They’re inches apart, and Will’s pupils are blown wide in the dim light, his lips kiss-swollen. This does not help.

Nico swallows. “Do you remember what happened the last time you tried to seduce me in a hammock?” He intends to sound stern, but his stupid voice comes out breathless instead. It’s not nearly as effective.

Will bites his lip, his eyes flicking to Nico’s mouth. “What do you mean tried? If I recall correctly, it was a very successful seduction.” And at least he sounds just as breathless. He tries to kiss Nico again, but Nico holds firm, tries to push his own head further back into the canvas of the hammock.

“Do you really want to have to explain to Persephone why we’ve replaced the hammock twice this year?”

“Just blame it on the dog again,” Will mutters, turning his head to lick Nico’s wrist. Nico squeaks.

“Yeah. But I think she knew.” And by extension, Hades. Gods.

“Don’t care, I just want you to make that noise again.”

Nico snorts. Will beams at him, sunlight in the darkness, and Nico slowly drops his hands. Will doesn’t move. They gaze at each other, breath still ragged.

“Do you really want to stop? Or we could… take this inside?” Will gives him an exaggerated wink before dropping a chaste kiss to the tip of Nico’s nose.

Nico watches Will for a moment longer, his lovely face silhouetted against the canopy of trees and the glittering lights and the night sky. He rolls his eyes and pulls Will back in, kissing him hard, hungry, squirming under him to extract one of his legs & wrap it around Will’s. Will moans.

“I love you,” Will whispers in between searing kisses.

“Prove it,” Nico gasps, now fully committed, hammock be damned.

And gods, he loves it when it’s messy and desperate like this, when they can’t get close enough fast enough, like when they were teenagers. They sometimes come together like this after something particularly life-threatening has happened, and well. All the fucking trauma might as well be good for something. All he knows is that there’s absolutely nowhere he’d rather be right now than pinned under his hot husband in a hammock in their backyard under the stars.

They’re rocking more urgently against each other now, breath coming quicker, the hammock gently swaying, and Nico can feel Will hard against his thigh and he needs more. He slides a hand down to grab Will’s ass, squeezing a little harder than he’d planned, and Will makes a sound that would be really funny if Nico wasn’t already so beyond coherence himself. Nico squeezes again, both hands now, trying to tug Will even closer, trying for more friction and Will pushes back hard in response. Gods.

Will pulls back for just a second to yank his glasses off, tossing them out of the hammock and then dives back in, peppering kisses along the line of Nico’s jaw, grinding harder against Nico’s thigh. “You feel so good, love you so much,” Will breathes, his words tumbling over each other.

Nico manages to shove a hand between their bodies, rubbing unintentionally against his own erection on his way to find Will’s, and making himself inhale sharply. There’s a moment of quick shuffling and squirming and ragged breath, and then they’re side by side, Will still chasing Nico’s mouth with his own as he shoves his hand down the front of Nico’s jeans. Nico lets out a gasp at the contact, exhaling hard against Will’s mouth.

Their kissing is becoming decidedly less coordinated, and after their teeth collide for the second time, Nico’s lower lip getting crushed painfully, Nico ducks his head, pressing his face to Will’s neck instead, nuzzling and licking as they struggle to shove pants and underwear out of the way.

He lets out a whine the second Will’s fingers get a good grasp on his cock, squirming and writhing in the tight space to get his jeans the rest of the way off his hips, now. Will squeezes, hard, and Nico manages to headbutt him in the chin in response, feeling as if he’s barely in control of his body.

“Shit, sorry,” he gasps, tilting his head up to press messy kisses to the underside of Will’s jaw.

“Ow,” Will moans, laughing breathlessly, but the rhythm of his hand doesn’t falter.

Will briefly releases his grip on Nico to spit into his palm, and Nico does the same, and then they’re moving together, stroking each other in as regular a rhythm as they can manage in the tight space and with only the last of their wits intact. But gods, it feels so good, sweaty and clumsy and slippery and perfect.

“Love - touching you,” Nico gasps, and Will lets out a loud moan, his head dropping against Nico’s. They rarely see either of their next-door neighbours outside - hopefully tonight isn’t an exception. At the very least, they’re well-shielded by the hammock curled around them and the trees and the dark.

Pleasure builds and coils and concentrates, and the slick rhythm of Will’s hand is unrelenting and Nico is closer and closer and… “fuck, Will, yes,” he gasps against Will’s neck. Nico’s orgasm hits hard, and he grasps Will’s cock tighter, the rhythm of his own hand faltering as his body shudders and convulses.

“Yes, love,” Will breathes into his hair as he continues the motion of his hand, and now they’re sweaty and slippery and messy, but it doesn’t matter.

Nico unceremoniously shoves Will’s hand away when the sensation gets to be too much, immediately turning his attention to pushing Will higher, closer, more.

It doesn’t take long.

“God - fuck,” Will chokes out. “Nico - I - can I -” and he pulls back a bit, fumbling to push Nico’s shirt up, and a spark of residual heat flares, because Nico has loved Will for oh, so many years, and he’s exceedingly familiar with every little thing that sends him to pieces. He complies, shifting and using his free hand to clumsily help Will shove Nico’s shirt up to his chest just as Will cries out, spilling messily onto Nico’s bare stomach.

They lie there for a moment, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Nico shifts to press a soft kiss to Will’s lips, then his nose. Then, with not much in the way of other options, he pulls his shirt back down, wiping his stomach and his hand on the fabric as he does so.

Will grimaces, looking a bit mollified. “Um. Sorry about that,” he mutters.

“Hey. Did it seem like I minded? I’m here for all your kinks, baby.”

Will snorts.

“Actually…” Nico yanks his shirt up over his head and offers it to Will who grins, wiping his own hands and then mopping up… everything else as best he can. He tosses the shirt up and out of the hammock without breaking eye contact.

Nico laughs, still breathless.

They shuffle back into their pants, bumping against each other and giggling. Will unzips his hoodie, which has remained mostly unsullied, and reaches for Nico to pull him into it, wrapping the hoodie and his arms around his husband. Nico goes immediately, nestling into Will, breathing him in, feeling the quick rise and fall of his husband’s breath, the quick beat of his heart as they slowly float back down together. He closes his eyes. He could almost sleep right here, he thinks. He feels boneless. Safe.

“I love you,” Will murmurs.

“Love you more.”

Will drops a kiss to the top of Nico’s head. “That was fun.”

“Mmm.”

“The hammock held up well.”

Nico snorts. “Yeah, this time.”

Will gently tugs the elastic from Nico’s ponytail so he can bury his fingers in Nico’s hair, cradling the back of his head. “Do you really think Persephone knew?”

Nico cringes against Will’s chest. “Yeah. She had a… look.”

“Hmm. Well, it’s fine. She and Hades have probably ruined a few hammocks in their day.”

“Oh my god, William,” Nico groans. “Some of us are trying to afterglow here.”

Will snickers.

Nico unfolds one of his arms to wrap it around Will’s waist, snuggling closer. “You’re sweaty,” he observes, from inside Will’s hoodie.

“Not sure what you were expecting.”

“‘S okay. I like it.”

Will pokes Nico in the side. “Gross. I don’t know if you noticed, but I was kind of… exerting myself. A bit.”

“Yeah, I liked that too.”

Will giggles. ___

The two each have their own way of dealing with these things when they happen. Over the years, through trial and error, they’ve both learned to give each other the space they need to recover.

Nico finds himself better able to deal with stillness than he could when he was younger, but he still prefers to throw himself back into his regular schedule, feeling he can process better if he stays in motion. Will, on the other hand, feels he had quite enough of rushing immediately back into regular life as a teen, and now he finds comfort in taking a few days off to reflect and look after himself.

As much as he understands that they each have their own ways of coping, Will still misses his husband when the other man jumps right back into regular life. He can’t help the feeling that Nico doesn’t care, though of course knows it’s not true.

So it surprises him, later on Sunday evening.

“You calling in sick tomorrow?” Nico asks.

Unfortunately, their lives have been disrupted often enough by magic or monsters or gods that they have this shorthand. Nico has just thrown himself down on the couch, head in Will’s lap, and Will brushes the hair off his husband’s forehead, running his fingers through the soft, dark strands.

“Yeah, thought I would. I think I need a couple of days.”

“Yeah, me too,” Nico agrees, his eyes drifting closed at Will’s touch.

“Oh. Really?” A pleasant warmth shimmers through Will’s chest.

“Yeah. Figured I’d take some time to… breathe.”

“With me?”

Nico’s mouth quirks up. “Is that okay?” His dark eyes blink open, his gaze soft.

“Yeah, of course.”

“‘Kay.” He closes his eyes again.

“Okay,” Will agrees.

“Maybe I’ll get a haircut,” Nico muses, his voice already sounding slow and sleepy.

“No, don’t cut it yet,” Will says softly.

“No?”

“Mmm,” Will agrees.

“‘Kay,” Nico mumbles, not opening his eyes.

Will loves Nico’s hair this length. He wore it like this when they first moved in together in their early twenties, and it reminds Will of finally being able to wake up to Nico every morning, finally falling asleep in each other’s arms every night. How every silly little domestic thing they did together seemed suffused with bright light and love.

“You remind me of Nina,” Will tells him softly.

“Hmm?” Nico cracks one eye open and then closes it again. “‘M not a baby.”

Will laughs. “No, but I can pet your hair and stroke you right to sleep.”

“‘M tell you where else you can stroke me,” Nico mutters, not bothering to open his eyes.

Will grins. “Oh really, Casanova. Go on. Tell me where else I can stroke you. I can feel you slipping into unconsciousness right under my fingers.” And he can, quite literally. Nico’s just barely hanging on.

Nico sighs. “Fine. Tell you later,” he mumbles, barely moving his lips. Will snorts.

“Love you,” Will murmurs a moment later, not sure if Nico will even hear him.

“Love you too.”

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