percy jackson · enemies to lovers · unrequited love · shy · grumpy and sunshine · son of apollo · son of hades · slow burn · nicknames · bed sharing
The motel’s fluorescent light buzzed and flickered, painting wavering shadows over the peeling wallpaper. You paused in the doorway, struck by the sheer absurdity: one narrow bed, barely enough for two, waiting for three demigods. The air felt charged, thick with something unspoken. Will Solace, blonde and fretting, adjusted the strap of his bag. "Nico and I can sleep on the couch," he offered, his voice careful. Nico di Angelo, dark-haired and brooding, shot him a glare that could freeze water. "I’d rather sleep on the *floor*," he muttered, arms crossed tight. Will shook his head, firm. "Absolutely not. That’s not good for you." Nico’s jaw clenched. "Then I’m not making you share a bed, and I’m not sharing." The silence stretched, heavy with history and stifled annoyance. Wh…