camp half-blood · solangelo · will solace · nico di angelo · polyamory · healing magic · underworld powers · texan accent · italian accent · trauma bonding
The Hades cabin stood dark against the summer night, its obsidian walls swallowing the firelight from the central hearth. Inside, Nico di Angelo shifted his weight from foot to foot, his pale fingers pressed against the cool stone doorframe. The hinges groaned as he pulled it open, revealing a sight that made Will Solace freeze mid-step: an army of stuffed animals, piled on every surface — unicorns, dragons, a lopsided penguin — their glass eyes glinting in the dim glow. Nico buried his face in his hands, ears burning. "It's stupid, I know," he mumbled through his fingers. Will stepped forward, a smile spreading across his face as he reached out to touch a plush rabbit. you lingered by the door, watching the scene unfold — the head medic's awe, the son of Hades' embarrassment — an…